Becoming a Man in the Shadowlands: a Survivor's Story
Copyright© 2019 by Dennis Randall
Chapter 15: Gym Class Bullies
Bullying was an occupational hazard in junior high school. This was especially true in Brookline. Like mosquitoes, their sole purpose in life was to annoy. After my experience with a gang of bullies, my primary mission in school was to keep as much space between the walking shitheads and myself as possible.
Easier said than done.
Gym class qualified as a special circle of Hell. I hated gym class for the same reason bullies loved it. The physical limitations of potential targets were there for all to see. Choosing sides for team play was the worst. If anyone had doubts of where they stood in the social order, choosing of sides made your ranking crystal-clear.
Being the last kid picked was not the ultimate humiliation ... being the last kid standing while two team captains fought over who got stuck with you was.
Group showers were trials by ordeal. Trying to become invisible while also being naked was impossible. Whatever a boy had, or didn’t have, was on full display and open to public commentary. Less developed kids endured merciless harassment by self-assigned “package inspectors.”
“Is that your dick or did you borrow your sister’s clit?” was a shower room favorite.
The jocks ruled the roost and God help anyone who got their particular attention. One poor kid was unfortunate enough to get a boner while showering. He might as well have drenched himself in gasoline and lit a match. The jocks had a field day.
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