Solomon's Private File #7
These stories about Stephen and Solomon take place starting in
1950's. Stephen wrote about his life in letters to a penpal, and then
in a secure blog, in case he lost his memory again, in the master
computer in his school for gifted students, which he started attending
in 2016 in a new incarnation, until his death. Now his son Solomon is
attending the same school, and is writing in his own secure blog for
his future incarnations.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
Solomon is 11 in this story, in the Summer of 2037.
Solomon's Private File #7 "Summer Camp"
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I'm at Summer camp. It's not what I expected. I didn't know what to
expect, so I didn't, and it came true. I expected that. I don't know
who I'm writing this for, but just in case somebody does read these
things, I can't resist putting my off center humor in it. I can,
therefore, and so on. What I like most about camp is not a regular
activity. I bet you're thinking it's sexplay. No, that's not even third
best. It's watching how people are interacting with each other. It's
really fascinating! There are groups of all sizes forming, changing,
and unforming, friendships of all kinds happening and dissolving.
Arguments and fights, and people watching and taking sides. How the
counselors deal with all that, and each other. Sexual interacting, and
the most funny of all, how much people aren't consciously aware of all
that, contrasting with how much they actually ARE aware of
unconsciously, and how they are affected by it. That's the reason I
almost always have at least a half smile on my face, which is what I
told Ed when he asked me about it. He gave me a big "Wow!" He had a lot
more wows to give me when we walked around and I gave him a running
commentary of what I observed, in contact.
There are ten camper's beds per cabin, and the cabins are populated
by age groups. There is a counselor and a counselor in training ("CIT")
for each cabin, and their beds are behind a half hight partition. Boys
are housed in one part of the camp, and girls in another. The school
owns the camp, and it's run by my father's former foster brother
Jeremy, and his assistant Dex. Jeremy is very old. Dex does most of the
work. The cabin I'm in is for kids from our school, even if they are a
little older than the rest, and boys who know they are gay. That's so
we can all do sexplay without being bothered about it. Our counselors
are okay with that.
One afternoon during outside free time, a boy said to me, "What's it
like in the gay cabin?" I said, "Gay cabin? How can a cabin be gay,
when it isn't even alive?" He said, "But it's for gay people." I said,
"Let's go sit someplace and talk about it. I think you're a little off
about this." We sat on the hill which my father used to sit and talk
on. I said, "If my cabin's only for gay boys, I'm in the wrong place."
but I know I don't have sexual feelings for boys. I know my friend Ed,
who is older and is in the same cabin, is not gay. It's kinda obvious
when he's thinking about girls, if you know what I mean." He grinned,
and said, "I get the point." I grinned back, and hugged him, and said,
"Good one!" He really liked that complement, and was embarrassed by my
hug. I let him notice that I was aware of that, and said, "Sorry if you
didn't like that. In my family, we all hug each other a lot. Kiss,
too." He said, "Even between boys?" I said "Yes. We don't discriminate
who we give colds to." He giggled.
I said, "One more thing. I know of some gay boys who are not in my
cabin. A gay counselor, too. Why are you interested in my cabin being
for gays?" He hesitated. I said "You can tell me. If you want it to be
a secret, I will keep it with my life. Look at me. You know I mean it."
He said "Wow! You DO mean it. I never saw a boy your age look so
serious." I said "Well, at least you didn't say I was ugly." He almost
laughed. He said very seriously, himself, "I don't think you're ugly at
all." I said "Thanks. I understand more, now." He nodded. I said "Don't
think you're the only one who feels that way about me." He grinned, and
said, "They must have good taste!" I wiggled my eyebrows at him, and
said, "That depends on what they're tasting." He laughed really hard.
I said, "I'm too young to take this seriously. I don't know which way
I'm going to be yet. But I'll tell you something. I've done a lot of
sleepovers. We didn't sleep much, if you know what I mean. Well, fun is
fun!" He reacted like a gay boy would. I said, "I notice something. You
might not want to stand up right now, and show everybody what's on your
mind." He was embarrassed, but still had to laugh. I said "That
wouldn't be a problem in my cabin. It's not specifically for gays, but
for boys who are free to experience their true feelings with their
bodies. Oops, we might need to get your zipper fixed if I say any more
about that." He laughed. I said "You can join our cabin if you want to,
you mean. I didn't hear anything about it, but some might assume. I
don't know. I'll have to think about it." I said "I understand. If you
want to talk about it with adults who really understand about this, try
the counselors in my cabin, and the director and his assistant, Dex."
for years. They better know about it!" He grinned, and said, "I know
something you haven't said. You really know what you talk about, and
you really care. I don't know how to thank you." I said "Then I'll tell
you. Be good to yourself, and to other people. That'll work." He nodded
and almost cried. I said "When I first heard of jellyfish, and that
they could sting, I thought of covering myself with peanut butter." He
laughed really hard. We talked about similar ordinary things until free
time was over.
Two days later, our cabin counselor introduced our new cabinmate,
Ryan. He was twelve, and could squirt. We welcomed him by making him do
it a lot. He cried with happiness. After we all cleaned up, I said to
him, "Here, you can be whoever you are, whoever that is, even if you
don't know who yet, like I don't know. No judgements. We have a few
rules. No telling out of the cabin. We all respect the privacy of what
happens here, and the people. No judgements. No pressure to do anything
sexual. All completely voluntary. No going all the way. You know what I
mean." He nodded. I said "Back doors are for going out of, to jack off
with nature." That earned some laughs from most of them. I said "And a
big one. We all share. No possessiveness. No jealousy. We are all here
at camp to have fun. Let's make sure we ALL have that. Now about
sleeping. These beds are terrible. Some of us prefer to sleep on the
floor. Really helps with inspections, too. Even those of us who use the
beds, well, there is room for two. More, if the beds are joined
together. I can't speak for all, but most of us don't like to sleep
alone." They all nodded. Ryan said, "That's why some beds look like
they've never been slept in." I said "That's the one thing here that we
don't care if it's lonely." Some laughs. I said "Sometimes we all get
together for a big group er, play. We usually sleep together
afterwards, on the floor. Creates quite a tangle. In the morning, we
have to figure out which arms and legs belongs to who." Some giggles. I
said, "And other things." More giggles. Ryan became a good member of
the family.
There was another gay issue, though. I saw and heard a boy who looked
about 15, bullying a younger boy, calling him bad names. I went over to
him, and said, "Why are you calling him names?" He said, "Go away. It's
none of your business." I said, "You should hope it is, because if I go
away, it will be directly to a counselor to tell him about you. So,
please answer me." He said, "Mind your own business or I'll beat you
up." I had been busy with mindtallk, and the results of that were
visible to me. I said, "Look around. There is a counselor watching us.
I suggest you keep your fists to yourself. Answer my question, or I go
tell." He said, "He's a fag." I said "If he is gay, which I don't know
or care about, why is that a problem for YOU? Jealous?" He said, "No
I'm not! What kind of question is that?" I said, "Well, I think the
only reason one should care about the sexuality of somebody else, is if
you want to have sex with them. So, do you?" He said, "I'm not a fag!
If course I don't want to have sex with him." I said, "Yet here you
are, interested in him enough to have a big conversation about sexual
things with him. What are we to think about that?"
He looked confused and frustrated. I said he looked like that, and
said, "How about let's talk about another subject. Why are you here at
camp?" He took that opportunity to change the subject like it was a
gigantic life saver, and said, "To have fun, of course." I said "We all
are here for that, for which our parents spent good money. Don't you
agree?" He said "Yes. Right." I said "So why have you made it your
business to make a fellow camper, who isn't hurting anybody, have no
fun here at all, actually making him downright miserable, and about to
cry?" He said, "Oh." I said "Please think carefully about this. Are you
really the kind of person who actually enjoys making innocent younger
and said, "Really?" After a few long seconds, he sighed, and said, "No.
I didn't think like I should have. You're right. I shouldn't have done
what I did. I'm sorry. I need to go think about this." He wandered off
with a thinking frown on his face.
I said to the victim, "Alright?" He looked at me in wonder, and said,
"You're really brave!" I said with a grin, "Er, thanks, but I didn't
think like that at the time. I was a little angry." He grinned, and
moved as if to hug me. I opened my arms, and he came into him. He
almost melted in happiness. We let go, and I said, "I've got to go talk
to that counselor. He wants to know what I did. Go and have a good
time." He did, and I went to John, and said, "All taken care of." He
said, "Ed was giving me a running update. All I can say is, wow!" I
said "Well, you can also say, 'hi', can't you?" He almost choked. Ed,
too. I asked Ed, still in contact, to port a crystal to his hand, and
he did. I put my memory of the encounter in it, and asked him to port
it to Jeremy, and he did. I said to John, "The bully might want to have
a talk with me in a couple of days. Might be interesting." He said in
astonishment, "I wouldn't doubt that!" Ed grinned his face almost in
half.
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