LGBTQIA+ Writing Exercises

Peter Hex

Echo: “The Catcher in the Rye” by J.D. Salinger

(15 minutes)

gave me something to do. I was a little nervous. I was starting to feel pretty sexy and all, but I was a little nervous anyway. If you want to know the truth, I’m a virgin. I really am. I’ve had quite a few opportunities to lose my virginity and all, but I’ve never got around to it yet. Something always happens. For instance, if you’re at this girl’s house, her parents always come home at the wrong time-or you’re afraid they will. Or if you’re in the backseat of somebody’s car, there’s always somebody’s date in the front seat-some girl, I mean-that always wants to know what’s going on all over the whole goddam car. I mean some girl in front keeps turning around to see what the hell’s going on. Anyway, something always happens. I came quite close to doing it a couple of times, though. One time in particular, I remember. Something went wrong, though-I don’t even remember what anymore. The thing is, most of the time when you’re coming pretty close to doing it with a girl-a girl that isn’t a prostitute or anything, I mean-she keeps telling you to stop. The trouble with me is, I stop. Most guys don’t. I can’t help it. You never know whether they really want you to stop, or whether they’re just scared as hell, or whether they’re just telling you to stop so that if you do go through with it, the blame’ll be on you, not them. Anyway, I keep stopping. The trouble is, I get to feeling sorry for them. I mean most girls are so dumb and all. After you neck them for a while, you can really watch them losing their brains. You take a girl when she really gets passionate , she just hasn’t any brains. I don’t know. They tell me to stop, so I stop. I always wish I hadn’t, after I take them home, but I keep doing it anyway.

Anyway, while I was putting on another clean shirt, I sort of figured this was my big chance, in a way. I figured if she was a prostitute and all, I could do some practice on her, in case I ever get married or anything.



(10 minutes)

1.     honest, everyday first person voice and tone.

2.   a little too honest

3.  generalizes

4.  short sentences

5. mid-sentence interjections or hiccups



(10 minutes)

I always knew I was gay, maybe 4th grade, or even earlier, maybe while I was still a sperm-swimming for dear life-elbowing my fellow sperm cells with rainbow colored sperm flags, and sperm banners and shouting a sperm cheering chant or something. Because that always happens-when you are a sperm, you tend to shout sperm cheering chants like that. Anyway, to tell you the truth, I really always knew I was gay, especially the day I felt something for Peter Hex. His smile. There was something about it. Not too wide, not too vapid, just the right kind of smile-a “Hi, my name is Peter Hex, I live at 30 Old Oaks Street, and I love vanilla ice cream.”-kind-of-smile. 

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