The Life Doctor

abuse

Proud

I didn’t see them all picking up rocks behind my back as I walked with a gang of “friends” to an isolated field.  As the circle formed around me and the rocks were held ready I should have seen what was coming next. The word “run,” from one lad should have been a clue but my confusion at how it went from all friendly to this made me freeze on the spot like a rabbit caught in the headlights.  “Fucking queer,” came next as the first stones hit me hard, ...

[Read more]