Yes, there's a little bit of me written into it. What's time-consuming and probably not enjoyable is picking out which parts are from my life, and which parts are fictitious.
Disclaimer: Homosexual content. May even contain sex(gasp). Not to be read in church or in class. Did I miss anything else? I'm so bad at this...
Hard to Explain
Chapt. 1
"I said, `Please don't slow me down, if I'm going too fast...You're in a strange part of our town.'"
-- The Strokes
He loved going to Armani Exchange. Not for the clothes, no, although they were nice--but for the live underwear models, the ubiquitous posters plastered on every wall. He loved that feeling of being somewhere that catered to gay men explicitly. He couldn't find the same feeling in a gay bar, so he avoided those. For the same reason, he avoided his hometown.
Daniel "Danny" Coltrane was born in Podunk, Connecticut. The town's claim to fame, beyond its name, was the Podunk Bluegrass Music Festival, held during the summer. People from other counties came. It was the showcase for society--if you were at all important, you were involved somehow with the festival. The previous generations of the Coltrane family had only been attendees, and the current generation was no different. So far. Danny was to show Podunk just how much one individual could change the town's entire attitude.
The summer was shaping up to be different for Danny. Not only had he graduated from high school, but he was also eighteen now. Legal: the thought flashed through his mind like a marquee. Legal for what, though? He'd never met anyone gay (at least openly) in Podunk. Danny had known that he was gay from the time he fully understood what sex was. He threw no fit, did not struggle to come to terms with himself, and had no qualms. Danny intuitively understood that being gay was something he could not change about himself. Danny also intuited that telling his family would result in disaster. Therefore, he resolved to leave Podunk behind. It was too enclosing for him.
During the fall of his senior year, Danny had applied to several colleges. The University of San Francisco, Boston College, Columbia University had all drawn his attention--USF most of all. He had heard of the Mecca of the gay world. To Danny, San Francisco also epitomized the metropolitan city, the utter antithesis of Podunk. He yearned for the city life, where events were being held across the city daily. That compared to the Podunk Bluegrass Music Festival seemed to Danny the most obvious choice. His parents did at first try to discourage Danny. Nobody in the Coltrane family had ever gone off to a major city, let alone a prestigious university. Danny didn't allow himself to be dissuaded; he felt that he would be able to fully express himself in that new environs. After several months of waiting, the letters came. USF and BC were hits, while Columbia was a miss. Danny was satisfied with the results, and settled on USF. The rest of his senior year progressed without any major incidents.
The Bluegrass Festival that summer was going to be the biggest held in years. Everyone was coming--from retirees to preschoolers to convicts under special supervision. The hype surrounding the event grew and grew, with rumors that it would even be mentioned in the New York Times. For Danny, this year would be special. It would be his last one, as he had no intentions of ever coming back. It was also be, although he didn't quite know it yet, the first time Danny would fall in love.
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I do not know The Strokes, although if I did, I'd force them to make another album. The quote above is from their song "Reptilia" from the CD Room on Fire. Hope this works for all that copyright stuff. Later.