Movie Thread: Part III The Trilogy

My dad said he would rather die than raise a little nellyboy and I thought I would rather die than be one. So my dad decided we're going to go hunt deer. It’s early November, the same as now, and there is this storm rolling in. My dad was so determined that sissy boy was going to kill something. Snow came at us from all sides, the air, the sky, the ground, they all became the same. And horrible screaming white. And I thought we’re going to be okay, right. And then I saw my father's eyes and they were that same white. And that’s when he did it.

He did what?

Ran.

He didn't come back for you?

Uh uh. But I got calm, I knew I was going to die. And that’s when I heard it. An angel singing.

Angel?

Turned out not to be an angel at all, just the wind over some rocks. A cave. Inside at least I was out oft the snow, and I guess I drifted off. When I woke up it was dark, it was still snowing hard and I heard a noise at the mouth of the cave, like a bear. It grabbed me and it picked me up and I fought, but I was so weak and cold, all I could do was knock the bear's hood off.

The bear had a hood?

Turned out to be a bear only in the sense that the search and rescue guy was pretty hairy. But that’s when it got weird.

And not until then?

He ripped off all my clothes and he tore all his clothes off.

Sure you weren't delirious?

Then he stuffed us into a sleeping bag.

Oh wait, hypothermia. I remember from the boyscout manual.

Exactly but I didn't know what to think, I was so tired and cold. Despite of it all, I popped the biggest woody ever. And he wrapped those big arms around me, pulled me into that hairy chest and told me I was okay. That was the first moment in that whole ordeal I began to cry.

I don't blame you I would have been freaked out, too.

No, it was joy. I thought I'd rather die than be gay and I got a pretty good idea of what dying felt like. But lying there in the arms of that man, I thought if this is what being gay feels like ... bring it on.