borboletta, Little Faggot

          borboletta  - Jesse Vasquez, 1998

          borboletta  - Jesse Vasquez, 1998

 
 

He bit my dick and when I cried his dad ran upstairs and opened the door while we were still fumbling with our pajama bottoms. “What are you doing?” he said in a thick Boston accent. We didn’t know. It felt good and it was wrong, which felt even better. Until he bit my dick and ruined everything.

At school, they surrounded me, the big boys with freckles the size of cigarette burns, they cracked their knuckles and licked their lips. The biggest one with the hairy arms choked me in his fists and called me a faggot. “Go to sleep little faggot” he said. When I awoke I was still the same.

“I’m not a faggot,” I lied through my bruised throat. “I’m not a fucking faggot.” I bit my lip until I felt it. I bit my lip until blood ran down my faggot mouth.

- Josh Fernandez

"little faggot", 2016