When I was in my late teens, I lived in a residential dormitory for two years with thirty-one other males. One of whom was engaged to be married. Therefore, when he quite unexpectedly invited me into his room one day I had no trepidation in doing so. That was until he locked the door behind me, lay down on his bed, pulled down his shorts and asked to fondle him.
What shocked me most of all was the fact that his fiancee was on a tennis court one hundred yards distant, blissfully unaware of what he was requiring of me.
I was so shocked and repulsed that all I could think of doing was to threaten to yell and scream at the top of my voice and after I had promised never to mention what had just occurred to anyone else he opened the door and released me.
Decades later, I read in a newspaper of how he had been accused by male students of acting inappropriately towards them in a dark room during a lesson in Photography.
It was July of 1974 when I had to move from the house of the octogenarian couple because they were about to place their place on the market. When I informed her that a gentleman just a few doors down the street had offered me a room in which to board, she advised me to be wary of the offer without offering any further comment.
Nevertheless, the gentleman had always appeared friendly and, besides, I was not looking forward to repeatedly loading and unloading my ample belongings into and out of my two-door Volkswagen ‘Beetle’. Additionally, the move also negated the paraphernalia associated with finding somewhere else in which to live.
Doug, a handsome young man of fine physique, even assisted me with the conveyance of my personal effects. He, too, was a boarder at the house and when he announced that I was moving in with, in his words, “a pair of poofs”, he certainly was not overstating the case. Doug always maintained that he was a heterosexual and that Bob and Ron had been friends of his family for a lengthy time and, during my stay, I was given no reason to doubt his veracity.
The house was really impressive, with tasteful decor and furnishings. Moveable lights were attached to tracks laid into the ceiling of the loungeroom, and the views of Sydney Harbour were quite mesmirising.
Not only were the doors devoid of locks, there were no handles even on the shared bathroom that was adjacent to my room. The subsequent circular holes were presumably there for anyone who had the urge or desire to peep.
Still, unlike during my year or more with the elderly couple I had just left, my meals were prepared for me and life, in general, was pretty good. What did not sit so well, however, was the fact that as the months passed it became more and more evident that the pair was totally amoral.
Under-aged teenagers would be brought to the house where they would be fed, made to feel at home and (how shall I say?) ‘entertained’. Usually, within a week, they would be returned to from whence they had come. This cycle would reoccur, but not on a continual basis.
Bob possessed an incredible personality and, as a salesman, he would complete his daily schedule in a matter of just a few hours, thereby allowing him to engage the men who would come and go. He would regularly brag about the fact that many of them were married with children.
Something I found to be even more incredulous was the fact that from their outward physical appearance I would never have suspected them of being of that persuasion.
Just when I believed that matters could not have become any more depraved, I learned that, at weekends, the pair would volunteer to work amongst young children.
What I could not understand, was how Ron, at least outwardly, did not appear jealous in regards to what Bob was indulging himself in whilst he was busily at work from nine to five.
One evening I was sitting in the loungeroom, amid a group that had gathered, when the pair began to screen a film, which, in its opening minutes showed the anal insertion of berries and cherries. It was at that point in time that my presence was suddenly realised and I was instructed to leave. I did not know from where such material was being obtained, but I did notice that the pair expressed an attraction to the German city of Frankfurt and the need to return there.
Being enamoured, at that time, of Cat Stevens’ classic album, ‘Tea For The Tillerman’, I decided to literally embark on the “Road To Find Out” and, therefore, left on the 7th of November to drive almost aimlessly in my ‘Beetle’. Upon my return, exactly a calendar month later, the vehicle’s odometer showed that I had driven eight thousand and fifteen miles at an average of of nearly two hundred and sixty miles per day.
The fact that I had driven so obsessively, convinced me that I was really in need of a break and a more relaxing holiday. However, despite the fact that I had gone ahead and sold my car for five hundred and twenty-five dollars in order to pay for my airfares to and from New Zealand, Bob and Ron informed me that because, in their words, I was “straight” I had to vacate the house prior to my date of departure.
Fortunately, I successfully pleaded with them to be allowed to pay them the thirty dollars per week, in advance, in order to secure my room during my seven weeks’ absence.
One morning, before I was told that I was no longer welcome to stay, Bob had brought a young nubile woman into the house. The pair, in a move that I believed was preconceived, began to shower together in the bathroom that was juxtaposed to my room. Before long she began to release a repertoire of all the orgasmic utterances that she could muster, designed solely by Bob in a desperate attempt to get his hands (and goodness knows what else!) on my person. She persisted for all of, perhaps, fifteen minutes.
All of the while my willpower fought the almost insuperable urge to be in that shower with her, especially as I did not have a girlfriend at that time. I regarded Bob’s actions to be both despicable and perverse, but because we were under the one roof, kept my opinion to myself.
During Australia’s postal referendum, organised under the government of Prime Minister, Malcolm Turnbull, on marriage between people of the same sex or gender citizens were virtually gagged from speaking their minds because, in our democracy, there was imposed the threat of a fine of up to twelve thousand dollars for anyone deemed to be doing so. There were instances of forms being stolen from people’s letter boxes. People could state that they had not received their forms or had incorrectly filled theirs in and apply up until a certain date in late October to apply for a replacement. Nevertheless, without vigorous and forthright debate on the subject at hand, the outcome, to what has rightfully been a waste of one hundred and twenty-five million dollars, has never been in doubt and is to be officially announced on the 15th November.
No one, therefore, mentioned anything about how just seven per cent of couple’s of the same sex remain in a monogamous relationship. It has been said that the sudden onset of such marriages here will boost the country’s economy by eighty billion dollars. I predict that once the marriage celebrants, businesses that host receptions, the caterers and honeymoon destinations have had their fill, the next big winners will be the lawyers. The biggest losers, of course, could be the children of many such unions. I certainly hope that this shall not be the case.
We know of a septuagenarian whose daughter is a lesbian. She’s freely admitted to Tiki that she’s always found it hard to accept her daughter’s sexuality. This was compounded more recently when she was given her daughter’s computer, second hand, only to find that the many repulsive sexual downloads that her daughter had believed had been erased, had not been, after all.
Although the daughter and her partner have since separated, there remains disagreement between the pair as to when and whether the two children in the relationship should be accessed. Additionally, the estranged partner is reportedly refusing to contribute maintenance towards the upkeep of the two children.
As for the right of such couples to marry being all about equality and nothing else! How can there ever be equality? To begin with heterosexuals do not see the need to parade about with a flag, especially one that is based on one of nature’s most natural and visually beautiful spectacles.
Secondly, heterosexuals have far more self-pride than to overtly parade in public often in lewd, skimpy outfits.
Thirdly, we don’t turn on our own kind, branding them as homophobic, should they express an opinion that is not in agreement with our own; unlike the same-sex supporters did when a homosexual couple appeared on ABC-TV to advocate that people should vote ‘No’ in the referendum.
Fourthly, I’ve already mentioned that only some seven per cent remain monogamous, far below the percentage of that attained by heterosexual couples.