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    Gay Gaslighting
    Gay Gaslighting
    Gay Gaslighting
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    Gay Gaslighting

    By Johnny Townsend

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    Family members and religious leaders often invoke "love" as their justification for making the lives of LGBTQ folks difficult. But we've learned how to nurture one another.

    In these tales from the author of Mormon Underwear and Gayrabian Nights, a gay man invites two youn

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJohnny Townsend
    Release dateJun 4, 2023
    ISBN9798988338994
    Gay Gaslighting
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    Johnny Townsend

    A climate crisis immigrant who relocated from New Orleans to Seattle in the wake of Hurricane Katrina, Johnny Townsend wrote the first account of the UpStairs Lounge fire, an attack on a French Quarter gay bar which killed 32 people in 1973. He was an associate producer for the documentary Upstairs Inferno, for the sci-fi film Time Helmet, and for the deaf gay short Flirting, with Possibilities. His books include Please Evacuate, Racism by Proxy, and Wake Up and Smell the Missionaries. His novel, Orgy at the STD Clinic, set entirely on public transit, tells the story of an isolated man finding connection in the midst of political extremism, climate upheaval, and anti-maskers during the pandemic.

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      Gay Gaslighting - Johnny Townsend

      Contents

      In the Mouth of the Beholder

      Where There’s a Will

      The Golden Plunger

      A Plague on Both Your Cheeks

      Smoking Beer and Drinking Marijuana

      Suicide Center #212

      Lending a Hand…and Other Body Parts

      The Coroner’s Coronary

      Twenty-Six Years

      Counting Nozzles

      Tilly the Barbarian

      The Mission President’s Son

      Bi the Wayside

      Entering at the Rear of the Temple

      P-Day Porn

      Books by Johnny Townsend

      What Readers Have Said

      In the Mouth of the Beholder

      I’m so sorry, Todd, his mother said, patting his arm gently. I gave you such bad genes.

      I’m in perfect health, Mom, Todd replied.

      Yes, but you’re so unattractive.

      Todd caught his breath. It wasn’t the first time anyone in his family had said this. In fact, they said it all the time these days, but that still never removed the sting. They’d all started pointing out Todd’s physical limitations when he announced three months ago on his twenty-first birthday he was finally ready to start dating.

      Well, come to think of it, they’d begun making a few comments not long after after he returned from his mission, perhaps after he’d said something nostalgic about missing the camaraderie of other men. But the comments had intensified greatly over the past few months.

      You’re old enough to handle the truth, dear, his mother had said during a family council.

      As a teen, Todd had often wondered if he was good looking or not. He’d stare at the mirror and try to guess what he’d think if he met himself on the street. But it was impossible to tell. Some days, he looked decent, and other days, he looked awful. So which was it?

      Todd was afraid the only reason he ever considered his reflection attractive was simply because he was so used to seeing himself that the horror of his visage had dissipated. Or perhaps people always instinctively approved of their own appearance.

      There were folks like Karen Carpenter, of course, who saw something different in the mirror than what actually existed, but those were people with various forms of mental illness. Surely, a normal person would feel an innate sense of acceptance. That had to be the only reason Todd didn’t shudder when he looked in the mirror.

      But Todd wasn’t acceptable, and he should have shuddered. A guy at school smiled and winked at me the other day, he said. "He thinks I’m good looking."

      Oh, Todd, his mother went on, "did he actually say that?"

      No, Todd thought, he didn’t. But one didn’t just blurt things like that out. He’d done so himself for the first time last week, two days before meeting the winker, and the man had frowned deeply and walked away.

      Maybe the guy already had a partner.

      You need to find a homely girl at church and get married in the temple. You need to have kids of your own. That’s what Heavenly Father’s plan is for you.

      I need to inflict my ugly genes on more kids?

      Todd’s mother shrugged. It’s all about love, she said. I still love you despite your looks. You’ll love your children, too. And in the resurrection, they’ll be attractive. Just like you’ll be someday after you die.

      At that moment, Todd’s sister Joanne walked into the kitchen. She was nineteen, already as far along in school as he was because she hadn’t gone on a full-time mission that put her behind two years. She looked at her brother sadly and put her hand on his shoulder.

      You know what Mom’s saying is true, she said. Can’t you feel the Spirit testifying to you? I’m sorry, but it’s best to face facts. No guy is ever going to want you.

      It had taken a great deal for Todd to face his homosexuality and accept it after so many years of struggle. He’d been home from his mission over a year now, still living with his parents while he attended the University of Washington. Coming out had been immensely liberating, but within days, Todd’s euphoria dissolved as his family kept pointing out he had absolutely no chance for happiness.

      Mom thinks you should try to find a nice girl in the Single Adult group, Joanne continued. But I think it’s best if you just accept the fact you’ll always be alone. She now began rubbing her brother’s back. You didn’t even want to date in high school. You’re lucky. Celibacy comes easy for you.

      Todd thought of all the times he’d masturbated during those years while fantasizing about his track coach.

      That’s right, his mother agreed. You really are almost like a girl in that regard. She glanced over at Joanne. "Your looks are just a backup. Heavenly Father wants to make it as easy as possible for you to avoid sin. He loves you."

      Don’t do me any favors, Todd prayed, glancing upward. So why did God make me gay? he asked.

      With friends like these…

      Todd’s mother sighed and looked at his sister, who shook her head in response. Heavenly Father always tests those he loves. He gave us you, didn’t he?

      Okay, Mom, Todd said with a sigh. I’ll go to the Singles dance tonight.

      His mother smiled at his sister.

      Todd spent the rest of Saturday afternoon studying in his room. He was taking a film course, and one of his free movie choices was Sister Act. His assignment was to point out a serious flaw in the film. His professor said that almost all movies had at least one flaw in logic, and the students would be better critics or filmmakers if they learned to spot them.

      Todd was writing a short paper pointing out that the whole reason Dolores was in hiding was because she was the lone innocent witness to a murder. And yet at the conclusion of the movie, the murderer plans to shoot her in front of fifteen innocent witnesses. Whether or not he was in trouble before, he surely would be now.

      When Todd finished typing his paper, he logged onto the Internet. He’d heard people at school mention things like PFLAG and the Human Rights Campaign, but while he was living at home, he had to abide by his parents’ rules. They blocked any websites addressing homosexuality in particular or simply sex in general.

      Anti-Mormon websites were blocked, too, and even Facebook because it might lead to inappropriate socializing. He read a couple of articles on Breitbart and then logged off.

      Todd’s degree was going to be in English, which meant at best he’d be a teacher. It was going to take a long time after he began working to save up enough money to pay for plastic surgery. But at least he wasn’t incurring any student loan debt. His father was paying for his education. He was lucky in everything except looks.

      He wondered if ugly people could have sex. He closed his eyes, thinking of his favorite missionary companion. Back in Ireland, Todd used to fantasize they were married. Even now, he wondered what would happen if he picked up the phone and asked if he visit his former companion in Boise.

      He wasn’t really after sex, though, despite his almost daily fantasies. What he wanted was love. But who in their right mind would want to saddle themselves with someone like Todd for the next forty or fifty years?

      Perhaps it would’ve been better if he still hated his homosexuality the way he was supposed to. Todd couldn’t understand why Heavenly Father had let him come to terms with it in the first place. Was it because he’d been doing too good a job dealing with his celibacy before? Maybe God needed to ratchet up the pressure a notch.

      If it was a test, though, it seemed Heavenly Father was defeating the purpose if he made it impossible for the young man ever to commit the sin he wanted. Where was the triumph in accomplishing something you didn’t have any choice in accomplishing? It was like saying, You were born! Good job! Todd had very little to do with it.

      I’m going for a walk, Todd announced, heading for the door.

      Be back in time for dinner, his mother replied.

      They lived in the Fremont neighborhood, so it took a couple of buses before Todd arrived on Capitol Hill. He’d overheard guys talking about meeting men in Volunteer Park, and he absolutely needed to talk to another gay man. Well, wanted to, he supposed, not needed to. It was misting outside, so he wasn’t sure how many guys would be out, but if Todd wanted the contact enough to come, hopefully some other men might, too.

      Todd walked slowly, eying the few guys also walking around the park, their hoods up and their hands deep in their pockets. No one seemed to notice him. He realized they must have learned at some point how to look out of the corner of their eyes to appraise someone without being noticeable. These guys thought he was too ugly to look at directly.

      Todd could feel the Holy Ghost bearing witness to him that it was true.

      He stepped off the path and began wandering through the rhododendron bushes, not blooming this time of year but their leaves still deeply green. The temperature usually dropped to the mid-thirties most nights in the winter. Todd wondered if he should just come here and sleep outdoors one night and let himself freeze to death.

      He had no life worth living if he was always going to be alone. And hadn’t he heard the bishop say one day in Sacrament meeting that it would be better to be dead than gay?

      Todd could keep living with his parents, he supposed, even after he graduated in a couple of years. That might provide some company, and it would ensure he remained a virgin. He stopped to lean against a tree. He could feel the cold seeping through his jacket.

      Hi, said a voice next to him. Todd jumped and the man laughed. Didn’t mean to sneak up on you, he said. It’s little cold today, but at least it’s not raining.

      Was the guy gay, Todd wondered? He looked perfectly normal. I like the mist, he replied, but it sure does a number on my glasses.

      So take off your glasses.

      Todd took them off and put them in his coat pocket.

      You look pretty good without your glasses, the man commented.

      He was gay! But if he was here in the bushes, all he was after was sex. My name’s Todd. He held out his hand.

      The man took it. Carson, he said in return.

      The man was almost thirty, way too old for him, but Todd found it impossible not to keep chatting. Carson was a radiologist at Group Health on 15th, just a few blocks away. He was originally from Spokane but liked Seattle better. His favorite singer was Etta James, his favorite author Jane Austen. He liked dinosaurs but only the herbivores.

      Listening to him reminded Todd of the speed dating activity they’d had with the Single Adult group last month. Only this was actually kind of fun. Carson told him his favorite color was taupe (yikes!) and his favorite planet Jupiter (people had a favorite planet?) He said he had a dog but didn’t bring her when he was out cruising.

      Cruising? asked Todd.

      What we’re doing right now.

      That’s slang for ‘talking’?

      Carson laughed and put his hand on Todd’s chest. Todd’s heart started beating faster, but he doubted the man could tell through a coat, shirt, and garments.

      He felt his penis stiffening. Would his garments protect him?

      You sure are good looking, Carson said, touching Todd’s cheek with his fingertips. I’ve always wanted to meet someone outdoors. It seems so nasty meeting someone in a bar or by sending dick pics online. But I never thought I’d meet someone as attractive as you.

      Todd immediately felt himself going flaccid. How could a person feel excited by someone who was clearly lying? It was like hearing, Wow, you’re hung like a horse! when your dick was only three inches long. Dishonesty was such a turnoff.

      At best, he was giving Todd a line. At worst, he was coming on too strong. Every horrible dating scene from every movie Todd had ever seen seemed to flash before his eyes.

      I have to go, he said.

      What? Why?

      No one’s ever going to want me for a husband.

      Carson stepped back and frowned. Todd started walking away. I’m here most Saturday afternoons, he called after him. Sundays, too.

      Which only confirmed he was a slut. If Todd’s only options were promiscuity and celibacy, he was most definitely going to choose celibacy.

      He arrived back home just in time for dinner. His father said the blessing as usual, and his mother fussed to make sure the rest of the family had everything they needed. She’d baked homemade potato rolls tonight. Joanne talked about this week’s Institute lesson, his father talked about taking them all to Disneyworld in the summer, and his mother talked about one of her Visiting Teaching sisters who was always so difficult to reach.

      A man told me I was attractive today, Todd said.

      Everyone stopped eating. Todd noted with grim amusement that the dinner table looked like a scene from that commercial with the woman talking about her intestinal problems while everyone on the boardwalk near her freezes.

      His mother was the first to recover. Oh, sweetie, she said, he was only lying out of pity.

      No one thinks you’re attractive, Joanne agreed. He was probably just desperate. Gay men so often are.

      I remembered the poem by John Donne where he tries to seduce a woman by pointing out their blood was already mingled because they’d both been bitten by the same flea.

      You didn’t…engage with him, did you, son? his father asked. Todd knew perfectly well what he meant.

      I would never do such a thing.

      Todd could hear a collective sigh, and everyone resumed eating. As his father took a bite of his pork chop, Todd thought about carnivores. And herbivores.

      The film Jurassic Park came to mind, and the scenes where it differed greatly from the book. In the movie, the paleontologists know all sorts of things they couldn’t possibly know. Ellie Sattler knows a certain variety of extinct plant is poisonous, as if one could ever discover such a characteristic by looking at seventy million-year-old fossils.

      Alan Grant knows that velociraptors hunt in packs, that Tyrannosaurus rex can only see objects if they move, both things it would be impossible to assess from the fossil record alone. One of the main points of the book was that only when people had the actual living dinosaurs in front of them could they really understand what the creatures were like.

      Maybe Todd could write a second paper for film class and see if he could get extra credit. If he was going to live alone the rest of his life, he needed to have something else to care about.

      After dinner, he went to his room and studied his priesthood lesson for the following morning. It was on polygamy.

      Heterosexual men could have multiple sex partners throughout eternity, but a gay man couldn’t even have one.

      Heavenly Father wasn’t very nice, Todd realized.

      But he was the guy in charge, so Todd took a shower and changed into some pressed slacks and a bright blue dress shirt. Around 8:00, he drove to the stake center with Joanne for the Single Adult dance. She was wearing a sleeveless knee-length green dress, with a green shirt underneath to cover her shoulders. About fifteen women were already in the gym, talking to each other in small groups. Joanne quickly joined one of them. Perhaps eight or nine men milled about the refreshment table.

      Todd’s friend David came over to shake his hand. Glad to see you’re still trying to be straight, he said.

      I’ll never be straight, Todd replied. I’m trying to stay Mormon.

      If you left the Church, where would you go? David laughed.

      Todd danced with Emily, Heather, and Marina. None of them looked very excited to accept his request, but he’d found that Mormon women rarely turned down a dance invitation. Emily in particular seemed to use the opportunity to show other guys dancing near them how well she could move. She didn’t look at Todd more than twice the entire

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