you havent lived until youve seen a down syndrome menage a trois.
October 29th 2007 08:07
let me preface this with the statement that i am in no way prejudiced against people afflicted with down syndrome. this post is merely the relating of an event i witnessed, that happened to involve some peole with down syndrome. ah, fuck it, if youre the type to get all righteous and pissed off because ive written a story involving people with down syndrome that doesnt have them curing cancer or conquering everest, then you probably arent going to read most of what im writing anyway, youll just see the words 'down syndrome' and a lack of the words 'courageous' or 'overcoming', and that ole knee will start to jerk again. so forget a disclaimer, fuck you, give me your compassionate -2s and lecture me on these brave and wonderful people, thats right, exclude them further with your lavish praise for even the most mundane and simple of tasks, trivialise their very existence with your compassionate demand to shelter them from experiencing life on their own terms, and only from the apron strings of your charity.
ok rant ends, story begins. i promise. right after i tell these do-gooder, bleeding heart fuckwits that they can take their compassion, and their lack of sense of humour and jam it right up their arses. hopefully itll turn into an extra chromosome and then theyll get to see how brave and wonderful they feel when everyone speaks to, and treats them like a complete fucking moron because of it. phew. ok. got it out.
it was summer. i was about 15. old enough to be aware of the charms girls possessed, but young and immature enough to not really care. at 15, my one, true passion was basketball. if it came to a choice between holding some girls hand, and grabbing the occasional kiss, or throwing down dunks on my schools notoriously low hoops, to the accompaniment of ooohs and aaahs of my fellow schoolmates, well, really to me there was no contest. i was 15, and the internet hadnt really hit off just yet. jenna jameson was not a household name, and due to these intrisically linked factors, my access to hardcore porn was nil. this was about to change. irrevocably. god, how i wish it could be revoked, but alas, the images are seared into my mind, and no amount of chemically induced cerebral or liver damage can help me, short of being lethal.
id been playing basketball. however, as i said, it was summer. in australia in particular this roughly translates to 'fucking hot'. accordingly, theres was only so much basketball to be had. accordingly, with the days basketball quotient being prematurely reached, i turned instead to that old standby of the austalian shoolboys summer: skipping school and heading to the beach. besides, id heard some of the girls were going. so i got my shit together and took off, heading around the back of the school, behind the administrative building through the schools small 'farm' area (this involved 2 goats, a chicken, and about a 10 x 10 square of tilled earth). there were some large unruly bushes around this area, and people had been known to get up to some fairly crazy hijinks with the concealing aid of these bushes. as i walked past, i noticed that the bushes were shaking, ever so slightly, but rhythmically. barefoot and pregnant curiosity nagged at me, with its whiny voice that you just want to crush like a mosquito. i walked over quiet, like a cat. however, like the fabled cat, curiosity was about to kill me.
my school had a class of 'special needs' people. this meant we had a class of people that were afflicted with down syndrome. they were largely invisible, but everyone knew them, and were largely vaguely protective of them. largely invisible i say, but not totally. there was one guy in particular that would do impressions on command: all you did was say 'rupert! michael jackson! and he would begin to moonwalk. he was actually pretty good (on a side note, why is it that people with disabilities like this are always burdened with horrible first names? as if they dont have enough to deal with, their parents feel the need to lump with a truly shitful first name). one day he was called up to the stage for a special achievement award, and as he headed up, someone called out "michael jackson", which met the usual response, which in turn was met with cheers and laughter, it was a really awesome moment. then someone called out 'george michael'. see, rupert had this other impersonation. this was about the time george michael got busted for 'indecent exposure' in a public toilet (he was caught jacking off, apparently), and some genius had taught rupert this impersonation. when you called out "george michael" he would immediately, furiously simulate jacking off.
you can imagine the result this had on a group of about 400 teenagers. it was a defining moment of mine, and i think everyones who was present, high school experience. largely invisible, i said, but not totally. and certainly not on this day.
i walked toward the bushes, which steadfastly continued to shake. maybe, i conjectured, it would be chrissy, that awesomely hot year 12 girl. maybe even, i gasped to myself, it would be lora that exchange student from the netherlands. i was close enough now to hear some low-pitched dull moaning. something about the moaning sounded off, but still i continued, irrevocably locked into my course of action. i stepped forward, the moaning got louder. three voices. holy shit! i briefly considered on going to get some of the guys to join in, but screw em, this was mine, i found it. another step forward and i was within arms reach of the bushes. i could just barely make out some shapes moving, thrusting, gyrating. i reached out, slowly, and even more slowly with the steady handed caution of a surgeon, moved some of the bushes aside to get a clear view.
legs and arms going everywhere. mouths opened to moan, one of them a near-toothless maw. the slap of skin on flabby skin. squinty, too-close together eyes closed in a moment of ecstasy. three bodies fused as one in a moment of unspeakably graphic release. agnes on her back with her legs splayed with boyd on her, humping for all he was worth. rupert doing his george michael impression, only this time for real. i arrived just in time to see him climax. climax all over agnes' face.
i turned and ran, trying to scream the image from my brain, which had apparently just discovered a hitherto-unrealised eidetic memory, and was showing me, second by excruciating second the scene i had just witnessed. still i screamed and ran. people ran out to see what the hubbub was, among them the 'special needs' teacher, ms salvog. if there was a person less suited to 'special needs' care than ms salvog, that person would probably be adolf hitler. i have no fucking idea how she got the job, by she was a fucking tyrant and she ruled that class with an iron fist. stalin could have learned from her methods. okay, so she didnt exactly set out on any 'purges', but if it was legal, i bet she would have. man she was harsh. as i ran i just looked at her and pointed toward the 'farm' area and kept running. she jogged off in the direction i pointed. i was still running when i heard her banshee wail of shock and dismay. i ran faster. still i could not outrun the image. now im older, and over it, after all its just sex, and they were having a great time and not hurting anyone; but that day, it was truly a life impacting moment.
like i say, you havent lived until youve seen a down syndrome menage a trois.
ok rant ends, story begins. i promise. right after i tell these do-gooder, bleeding heart fuckwits that they can take their compassion, and their lack of sense of humour and jam it right up their arses. hopefully itll turn into an extra chromosome and then theyll get to see how brave and wonderful they feel when everyone speaks to, and treats them like a complete fucking moron because of it. phew. ok. got it out.
it was summer. i was about 15. old enough to be aware of the charms girls possessed, but young and immature enough to not really care. at 15, my one, true passion was basketball. if it came to a choice between holding some girls hand, and grabbing the occasional kiss, or throwing down dunks on my schools notoriously low hoops, to the accompaniment of ooohs and aaahs of my fellow schoolmates, well, really to me there was no contest. i was 15, and the internet hadnt really hit off just yet. jenna jameson was not a household name, and due to these intrisically linked factors, my access to hardcore porn was nil. this was about to change. irrevocably. god, how i wish it could be revoked, but alas, the images are seared into my mind, and no amount of chemically induced cerebral or liver damage can help me, short of being lethal.
id been playing basketball. however, as i said, it was summer. in australia in particular this roughly translates to 'fucking hot'. accordingly, theres was only so much basketball to be had. accordingly, with the days basketball quotient being prematurely reached, i turned instead to that old standby of the austalian shoolboys summer: skipping school and heading to the beach. besides, id heard some of the girls were going. so i got my shit together and took off, heading around the back of the school, behind the administrative building through the schools small 'farm' area (this involved 2 goats, a chicken, and about a 10 x 10 square of tilled earth). there were some large unruly bushes around this area, and people had been known to get up to some fairly crazy hijinks with the concealing aid of these bushes. as i walked past, i noticed that the bushes were shaking, ever so slightly, but rhythmically. barefoot and pregnant curiosity nagged at me, with its whiny voice that you just want to crush like a mosquito. i walked over quiet, like a cat. however, like the fabled cat, curiosity was about to kill me.
my school had a class of 'special needs' people. this meant we had a class of people that were afflicted with down syndrome. they were largely invisible, but everyone knew them, and were largely vaguely protective of them. largely invisible i say, but not totally. there was one guy in particular that would do impressions on command: all you did was say 'rupert! michael jackson! and he would begin to moonwalk. he was actually pretty good (on a side note, why is it that people with disabilities like this are always burdened with horrible first names? as if they dont have enough to deal with, their parents feel the need to lump with a truly shitful first name). one day he was called up to the stage for a special achievement award, and as he headed up, someone called out "michael jackson", which met the usual response, which in turn was met with cheers and laughter, it was a really awesome moment. then someone called out 'george michael'. see, rupert had this other impersonation. this was about the time george michael got busted for 'indecent exposure' in a public toilet (he was caught jacking off, apparently), and some genius had taught rupert this impersonation. when you called out "george michael" he would immediately, furiously simulate jacking off.
you can imagine the result this had on a group of about 400 teenagers. it was a defining moment of mine, and i think everyones who was present, high school experience. largely invisible, i said, but not totally. and certainly not on this day.
i walked toward the bushes, which steadfastly continued to shake. maybe, i conjectured, it would be chrissy, that awesomely hot year 12 girl. maybe even, i gasped to myself, it would be lora that exchange student from the netherlands. i was close enough now to hear some low-pitched dull moaning. something about the moaning sounded off, but still i continued, irrevocably locked into my course of action. i stepped forward, the moaning got louder. three voices. holy shit! i briefly considered on going to get some of the guys to join in, but screw em, this was mine, i found it. another step forward and i was within arms reach of the bushes. i could just barely make out some shapes moving, thrusting, gyrating. i reached out, slowly, and even more slowly with the steady handed caution of a surgeon, moved some of the bushes aside to get a clear view.
legs and arms going everywhere. mouths opened to moan, one of them a near-toothless maw. the slap of skin on flabby skin. squinty, too-close together eyes closed in a moment of ecstasy. three bodies fused as one in a moment of unspeakably graphic release. agnes on her back with her legs splayed with boyd on her, humping for all he was worth. rupert doing his george michael impression, only this time for real. i arrived just in time to see him climax. climax all over agnes' face.
i turned and ran, trying to scream the image from my brain, which had apparently just discovered a hitherto-unrealised eidetic memory, and was showing me, second by excruciating second the scene i had just witnessed. still i screamed and ran. people ran out to see what the hubbub was, among them the 'special needs' teacher, ms salvog. if there was a person less suited to 'special needs' care than ms salvog, that person would probably be adolf hitler. i have no fucking idea how she got the job, by she was a fucking tyrant and she ruled that class with an iron fist. stalin could have learned from her methods. okay, so she didnt exactly set out on any 'purges', but if it was legal, i bet she would have. man she was harsh. as i ran i just looked at her and pointed toward the 'farm' area and kept running. she jogged off in the direction i pointed. i was still running when i heard her banshee wail of shock and dismay. i ran faster. still i could not outrun the image. now im older, and over it, after all its just sex, and they were having a great time and not hurting anyone; but that day, it was truly a life impacting moment.
like i say, you havent lived until youve seen a down syndrome menage a trois.
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