Free Forced Out of the Darkness by G. Wayne Jackson Jr

office hit that broke the stereotypical view of gay men. Monti had never
heard of the movie Brokeback Mountain, but he was willing to check it
out. It was one of Cameron’s favorite movies. He first saw it with Guy in San
Diego on one of the many trips he took to visit him. Cameron went and retrieved
the libations he picked up from the liquor store on his way home from dinner. He
didn’t tell Monti what he was about to get but he just poured the J.C. on the
rocks and made himself a Jack and coke with a lime. They settled in to watch
the movie. Monti could not believe that these actors played gay characters with
such conviction. He only knew of the gay boys the strolled Palmer Park and the
bookstores. He knew of them because these were some of his late night horny
spots. He had spilled his seed on those grounds many nights when he could not
satisfy his own sexual appetite or if he was under too much stress. Plus they
were far enough away from where he lived so he never thought he would meet
anyone that he knew.
    The movie was over and
more drinks each were shared among the two. They were listening to Rachelle
Farrell and Will Downing murder their duet Nothing has Ever Felt Like This ,
when Monti’s phone began to ring. He declined the call two times. He told
Cameron that if he didn’t answer it, his soon-to-be ex-wife would keep calling.
Monti excused himself and answered the phone while he was walking down the
stairs to take the call outside.
    “Hello.”
    “What are you doing? Or
better yet, who are you doing?”
    “Mind your business. What
do you want?”
    “Are you doing anything
with your son for his birthday this week?”
    “I did not plan on
doing anything big, just spending some time with him maybe taking him to get something.
Why?”
    “I just wanted to know
if you were going to be a father or if you were going to neglect these duties
like you did our marriage.”
    “Don’t fucking call me
with no bullshit, Yolanda. I am not dealing with your shit any longer. Better
yet, unless there is something going on with my son, I don’t need to hear from
you, do you understand?”
    “Bye, Faggot.” Yolanda
said as she hung up the phone.
                 Yolanda
Burroughs was thirty-eight years and stood five feet eleven inches tall. She
was the soon-to-be ex-wife of Monti.  A local minister and his wife adopted
Yolanda at a young age. She found that she was adopted when she got older. Yolanda’s
adopted father treated her very well, but his wife treated her as if she was
only a paycheck. She never showed Yolanda love, compassion, or how to be a
mother, woman or wife. The only lesson that she learned from her adoptive
mother was not to treat other people.
    Yolanda was crushed
when she heard the rumors of her husband’s dark secret. She refused to believe
the rumor until she received a phone call one day from one of her husband’s
sexual conquests. The voice on the other end was without a doubt feminine but
Yolanda could tell the caller was a male. The caller was upset but what rings
in her mind is the clear and pointed statement that this caller said. “The next
time you put his dick in your mouth, you’ll be tasting me! If you were any kind
of wife, you would be satisfying your husband so he didn’t have to come to me
but because you didn’t do it, I took care of it.”
                Yolanda’s
ears burned and her heart nearly died. She tried to be the best wife that she
knew how to be; she was trying to be the opposite of what she was shown as a
child. She just wanted to be loved and to love her husband till death do them
part. She didn’t know that as a broken woman, she attracted a broken man. She
felt that her husband was going to be there to help heal her brokenness. He was
going to love the hurt away. This wasn’t the case; the only thing that her
husband brought her was a case of gonorrhea, a trip to the clinic, three shots
of penicillin and a broken heart. This broken heart