"Ya wee fucking
queer." I looked up to see what was going on only to discover that it was the
school bully shouting at me. Everyone in the playground had heard and started
to move over towards us. Mod Jim and his cronies strolled over to me and my
friends and said it again. "Ah said you're a wee fucking poof." For some reason
I shouted back at him. "That's not what you said when you were begging
me to suck your cock last week." I can still hear the shocked silence and
intake of breath and see the stunned look on his face. As he grabbed my tie
I started to laugh. It struck me as funny that although he was going to batter
me all over the playground I'd hurt him badly. Suddenly he let me go, stood
back and said "You're a fucking nutter" turned around and walked away.
I still can't explain why I said what I did but it was probably the first time
I realised that the best method of defence is attack. From then on I had a great
time in school with lots of new friends not all of them platonic. At the time
everyone kept asking, "did he really say that?" — I always said
yes. The truth was that we'd never spoken before.