Rock Island, July 1989I'm in no mood to be back in Rock Island: I just got back to West Hollywood after my semester in Turkey, and I just started dating an amazing guy. If I'm gone for too long, someone else will snatch him up.
But it's my baby sister's wedding, and I have to be in the wedding party, even though I detest the heterosexist ritual, and I'm not too fond of her fiancee Terry.
He's definitely cute: curly blond hair, round face, glasses, hard biceps, Bratwurst+ (yes, I got a sausage sighting). But he is intensely boring, all about cars, sports, repairing things, and girls, girls, girls!.
And he drifts easily from heterosexist "She's every man's fantasy" to blatant homophobia, telling "fag" jokes, making limp-wrist gestures, exclaiming "Everybody with AIDS should be shot!" and "Why don't we just put the homos on an island and be rid of the problem?"
Tammy tries to squash him, not always successfully. Hasn't she told him that I am gay? Doesn't she know? We never actually had a coming-out conversation, but she met Fred and Viju, and she's heard all about Alan, Raul, my celebrity boyfriend, and most recently Lane.
Terry and Tammy during their last year of high school, a disastrous year of college, and a year in the workforce at the same auto dealership in Davenport, so I've seen him lots of times on Christmas and summertime visits. I've met his parents and his three friends, who I call the Three Jerks.
They're rather hot also.
1. Rod, Terry's oldest friend (far left), a grinning, round-faced Augustana student (biology major) and jogging enthusiast.
2. Anky, his next oldest friend, a history major at the University of Illinois. He is short and tightly-muscled, with swarthy Mediterranean looks (second from right).
3. Paul, a tall Nordic blond with a swimmer's build, slicked-back hair, and beady eyes, Terry's most recent friend. He's a little older, about my age, and works at the car dealership.
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