Before both the remote campouts that I went
on during Scouting, my mother said to watch
out for "Homos": Farley Q--- (high school Senior;
Eagle Scout, beautiful) was, and I gladly
obeyed her advice.
J-Called
Author's Notes/Comments:
Both events happened after the spring thaw and warm-up. Farley was one of the most beautiful adolescent males that I, then eleven (but almost twelve) years old, had ever or have ever seen. During each of the Saturday afternoons, he---shoeless and shirtless, clad in dark tan cargo pants and olive drab socks (white seams across his toes)---sat or laid out in the sunlight, Once, looking into the spring house, I saw him "cooling" off with just his socks on. Most of us knew he was gay, but he was such an accomplished scout that he was not persecuted. Later, I heard, the college he attended was not so tolerant.
