When posting The Dancing Boy blind item yesterday I didn't include his first sentence or last paragraph because I wasn't sure if he wanted them included. They add a few more clues and might identify him. Last night he agreed to include them.
In telling this story, I have to remain anonymous for now because of the project in development, and because a part of me is still fearful about what certain men might do when it all comes out.
There is, as I suggested at the outset, a feature in the works that incorporates this story in the form of a taxi cab confession. The broader story happens a few years later. Set in suburban LA, three local boys - all of whom had alleged abuse by members of a breakaway ultra-orthodox Catholic church and its affiliated reform school for boys - turn up dead, and the town falls under the spell of a satanic panic. According to the rumor, spread like wildfire, the first death was "a Christian," the second a "virgin," and the third a "betrayer." All are said to have been murders, and part of a satanic initiation rite. Even the sheriff believes it. Before long, I'm no longer reading or hearing about it, but a part of it, suspected along with my closeted boyfriend (from a conservative Catholic family), and an out gay teacher from the high school (who doubles as a facilitator for the local lgbt youth group), of the killings (for little more reason, a la the West Memphis Three, of being a little unusual in this straight laced town). I am forced to make a final sacrifice, to choose between the mad love I feel for this other young man, and losing him, but telling the truth. You'll know it when it comes out because it shares a title with a certain classic Christmas song about a boy percussionist.
In telling this story, I have to remain anonymous for now because of the project in development, and because a part of me is still fearful about what certain men might do when it all comes out.
There is, as I suggested at the outset, a feature in the works that incorporates this story in the form of a taxi cab confession. The broader story happens a few years later. Set in suburban LA, three local boys - all of whom had alleged abuse by members of a breakaway ultra-orthodox Catholic church and its affiliated reform school for boys - turn up dead, and the town falls under the spell of a satanic panic. According to the rumor, spread like wildfire, the first death was "a Christian," the second a "virgin," and the third a "betrayer." All are said to have been murders, and part of a satanic initiation rite. Even the sheriff believes it. Before long, I'm no longer reading or hearing about it, but a part of it, suspected along with my closeted boyfriend (from a conservative Catholic family), and an out gay teacher from the high school (who doubles as a facilitator for the local lgbt youth group), of the killings (for little more reason, a la the West Memphis Three, of being a little unusual in this straight laced town). I am forced to make a final sacrifice, to choose between the mad love I feel for this other young man, and losing him, but telling the truth. You'll know it when it comes out because it shares a title with a certain classic Christmas song about a boy percussionist.