Three Ex Presidents and James Franco by John Buchanan Read Free Book Online

out."
     
                  "If that actually happened you'd spend half your life in hospital." This was from Zach, showing extraordinary life by driving and talking at the same time.
     
                  Jake didn't see the humour. He often didn't. "He could have suggested something a bit more proactive. At least marching for gay rights or something."
     
                  "He was just saying that there's no need to justify being gay. Especially to people whose opinions aren't worth a shit."
     
                  "Fuck that. He was saying just continue on in your gay world and everyone else will continue on in their world. And as long as you don't let them irritate you, or Christ forbid, as long as you don't irritate the straights, then everything will be fine. He's a black man promoting segregation."
     
                  "I don't think he's down on the gays at all." I'd heard nothing to suggest otherwise.
     
                  "Dom told you it was an actual obligation, not just ok, to go to war to end slavery. Fuck him I say. I know Dom. If churches were calling him a pervert for being black he'd burn them down. If he couldn't marry because he was black he'd storm Capitol Hill. While gays should just let it go." Jake was going into full flight now. "This Obama guy they're all behind. Is he going to change anything? No. Because straight politicians don't stick their neck out for gay guys. There's no Lincoln for the gays. No LBJ. The gays just have to suck it up." He paused to enjoy his own comment, decided to lighten his own mood, then added, "And I don't mean suck it up in the good way."
     
                  As we got out of the car I grabbed Jake and kissed him pretty vigorously. Marking my territory for the evening, reminding him of me, even though he was bound to forget.
     
     
     
     
    25. Zach and I had kissed once before. Kissed, rolled around together, fallen asleep with our bodies rammed against each other. Nothing that could be called sex, but it was nice. I wondered if he ever had sex with anyone. He was always so stoned. Whether he did or not, he always found company at least.
     
                  Jake and myself were watching him charm a young kid who was wearing a red and polka dot scarf from his back pocket. Meaning he was prepared to give head. Zach had a different colour scarf, green and orange, meaning he was willing to receive head. It was a match made in the heavens, or the gay hells.
     
                  The Hankie Code. It was the Grindr of the 70's. Show what you're into by the type of scarf hanging from your pocket.
     
                  It was a Thursday night and there was a theme in Coxx. The Hankie Code had faded to the point of extinction. Thus it could now be passed off as retro kitsch, it was ripe for renewal. Most people took it in the fun spirit it was intended. They acted as excellent ice breakers. And an excuse to be lewd and honest too.
     
                  Jake took the black scarf, to denote the passive role in straightforward anal sex. Feeling him hovering on my shoulder, I selected the yellow, the active role. He smiled, but acknowledged my choice no further. It was only play, not reality.
     
                  With the scarf came a little cardboard symbol key, denoting the meanings of the different colour codes. Taking them to a ledge with a good view, we busily took to figuring out who was wearing what.
     
     
     
     
    26. The next morning we woke up together in Jake's bed. I must have zeroed in on it out of a sense of habit. There was a strange taste in my mouth.
     
                  We were woken by Jake's phone. He took the call with a groggy 'Hello?'. By the time he hung up he was live awake. A dynamo, leaping out of bed.
     
                  "Get packed," he said "We're leaving in half an hour."