_{I remember when I came out of the closet at age 12. My biologial father used to have this book with a section describing Saddam's torture methods in the back, and everyone thinks he's some kind of "gi joe" 'amerikkkan' "family values" hero because he practically threw every $$$ he could at me in order to make me straight and made sure I always knew that it wasn't OK to get LAID or live my own life. I used to think that someday, I would be able to make a fresh start in a new place. This story is for the person that taught me that someone from my past will always show up to play a game with me and make sure that's never possible.}

The cool thing about the fable below is that now that a certain country formerly known for "freedom" has passed a law called the NDAA, it's really a tale that could happen anywhere.  There's a place formerly known for "freedom" that's now not that different from North Korea, China, or anyplace in South America.  So who can call anyplace a "homeland" anymore?

It was never my "homeland."

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It was a substance not that much less illegal than any other forbidden drug, but it's not like a little drink could do much harm.  They had stopped at an abandoned parking lot to split a beer they had illicitly acquired, and local law enforcement wasn't far behind.

But they didn't know that.

Until a few moments passed.

"Where did you get that?"

"Since when does it matter?

"Let me have some."

"Ok.  Go ahead and kill it."

"Thanks.  You don't care about the whole no alcohol no pork thing?"

"No.  I'm sure I'm going to hell anyway because I'm not heterosexual, so there's no point."

"Not getting caught."

"I'm not going to get caught.  I'm going to Kolkata University in a few months.  I hate this **** waterless **** hole country.  I'm going to get out here and go get some man pussy."

Kolkata with a bunch of hippies, hindus, students, and peacenicks.  The slightly thinner, straighter young man's face formed a brief expression of revulsion.

"Go ahead and keep the rest of the beer."

He smiled

as the other barely-legal male left the area with a sense of haste.

The beer had some writing printed on it in a foreign language, and was still cold and really light.  You wouldn't think that standing around drinking it could hurt anyone.

"HEY YOU! You're coming with us!"

Before he knew it, he was naked in a concrete room staring at a bunch of "patriotic" uniforms.  At least until they found some electrical equipment and a mask.

"Did you SEE any more of this? Did you see ANYONE else with it?  

"Someone just left it there!  I didn't see anything... I didn't see anyone..."

The barely-legal young male's obstanance irritated the uniforms.  

"We don't tolerate homosexuals in this country."

"But I have no attraction to men."

"Where did you get this?" screamed the uniforms as they poured beer in the young man's face.

"Nowhere."

They thought of how they would make him talk.  Being gay was the worst kind of "unpatriotic;" and, since this kid was going to be executed for it anyway, there wasn't much that the uniforms couldn't do.  Thinking of what the right thing to do would be, they made their decision...and....  

"I didn't see any more of it!?!?!?!?!!!!@#@$*(*?!!!...I!^&#!!...there wasn't anyone..."

He was just some dumb degenerate interested in getting drunk anyway, and...

...and...

...and making up especially for each individual as they went along...no no no... 'enforcing' the law was their job...so...

"It was just there...and... I didn't..I didn't see anyone...I didn't know...and..."

...and...

The uniforms tugged at their clothing, scratched their nuts, and fondled their firearms, knives, and other paraphernalia.  Wondering what to do first, they began to get REALLY annoyed.

"...but...I...I...I...I didn't SesseEeEee..." ranted the puny, hairless teenage male.

Having been a long and boring day, the uniforms were really pissed.  It would've been nice if it was okay to be glbt/lgbt/gay/lesbian(s) or whatever you want to call it.  It would've been nice if, throughout the whole world, it wasn't an entire socioeconomic identity. 

"...I...I don't...I don't drink...it...it was..."

What a whiny piece of **** this kid was.  They thought of drilling a hole in a dildo and filling it with shrapnel.  Maybe that's what they should do.  Finishing the day and going home was on their minds. 

"...I...I didn't see...it was there...I...I..."

But if you ARE your **** uniform, then you need to have morals no matter how badly you need something to take out some frustration on.  As if it could ever be okay to **** someone without a **** government paper persission slip called "marriage" in any country in the world. Their day was about to be over, anyway...

...and first, they...