The Beginning of Me in a Gay Sense

Dec 2, 2000
We all had arrived at the Defense Language Institute in Montery California with an open heart and an open mind to embrace and experience life for the first time outside of our comfort zones and the walls of our parent's houses.

December 2, 2000

With eagerness I woke up and put on my uniform that were probably twice as big as me. The women who issued them to me my first day of basic training told me I needed to be able to fit my sweater and long johns underneath them so she gave me a size that would fit two of me. I literally looked like a gangster thug wanna be with my pants hanging to my ass. Not to mention I accidentally broke my only belt, I wanted to shorten it but cut the wrong end. I put on my hat and laced up my boots that hadn't been shined in probably a week.

"Come on roommate, we have to go to the bleachers to get our orientation, take your yellow envelope." I told my lazy roommate. (I couldn't stand Private Butts.) The yellow folder had all our in-processing stuff in it.

"Alright roomie, I can't wait to see all the hot guys." Pvt. Butts said with a perverted smile. Unfortunately for her all the male linguists had gone to a separate basic training as us. So today was the first day we would meet them.

At first I tried to lay low, kind of hard when you look like you ironed your uniform with a brick. Fortunately for me, all of us that arrived today looked like ass. I looked around the bleachers and saw so many with the ugly brown thick Basic Combat Glasses (BCGs) or as we would call them birth control glasses.
Now was my time to make friends and I was forced to sit beside the most annoying girl I have ever met, my roommate Butts. I knew that if I stayed with her stanky ass that I would have no friends. I refused to let this happen but was too shy to mingle.

I sat beside a strange looking guy, Paradis, he had the exact opposite problem as me. His uniform was much too tight, I feared to look down past his waste line, afraid to see camel toe. He said some witty and sarcastic things, his sarcasm was as thick as the morning mist and sense of humor as dry as the California desert. I liked him.

But I loved the guy that sat in front of me instantly. He was surrounded by many of the girls that I went to basic training with, which made me not want to talk to him. I didn't' really like that I didn't fit into their clique that was formed during the 9 weeks we were in basic training together. I have never really been the type to mold into any group. I was always the loner in high school and church in the past. It felt better this way, I preferred the attention of one friend at a time. I always had several best friends but never a group of friends.

I should have been offended as I overheard what he was talking to the female soldiers about, he was insulting the religion that I had grown up with. Which at this point, I was running away from, scary Utah. The place that messed me up the most.

"So yes, they believe that Jesus has visited several continents. Kind of like Where is Waldo, but Where is Jesus" he said. They all laughed. I also thought it was funny. I loved to hear him talk, he was so hilarious and...
"that guy in front of us is super gay." Butts whispered in my ear. It annoyed me whenever she got close to me bc she smelled like burnt clam chowder, her food of choice during lunch.

I didn't care that he was "super gay", I felt myself drawn to him. And I knew that he would be my friend, my close friend. It was only a matter of time. I didn't quite know his name until Drill Sargent Stern yelled it while calling attendance "Finkenbinder!"and of course he answered "Yes, Drill Sergeant."

I can't tell you what exactly the briefing was on, probably rules of the barracks and times of formation. I had so much on my mind, anxious to know what language I will be learning and when I can start.

Walking away from the briefing I wanted to introduce myself to my new friend, but he was surrounded by a mass of females. Girls like gay guys right? To help them dress, give opinions on guys, teach them to give good head. I thought to myself 'I should want a gay man as a friend for all these things shouldn't I?' but I couldn't' get myself to think that way, I wasn't sure why I wanted to be friends with him but I knew it wasn't to learn how to give a great blow job. Whatever the reason I would soon learn, that sometimes people have magnetic attractions, not sexually speaking, but just in general.