Once there was a boy named Thirstposter. He was 9 years old.

Thirstposter had a dog named Muttski. Muttski slept in a doghouse beneath Thirstposter's bedroom window.

One night, Muttski couldn't sleep. He smelled a scary smell. "Bow-wow-wow!" barked Muttski. "Bow-wow-wow! Bow-wow-wow! Bow-wow-wow! Bow-wow-wow!"

Thirstposter threw open the window. "Oh, no!" he cried. "The house is on fire! Mother! Father!"

Thirstposter felt the door as he learned at school. The door was hot, so Thirstposter stayed in his room and yelled for help from his window.

A big strong echidna Constable named Remington came up on a ladder and carried Thirstposter to safety. Thirstposter hid his face against the constable's uniform until they were safe on the ground. Thirstposter was very glad to see that his whole family was safe.

"That's a good dog you have," said the constable. "He saved your family! And we got here in time, so your house is barely damaged."

The next night, Thirstposter couldn't sleep. He thought about the constable. He thought about how warm and muscular the constable had felt through his uniform. He remembered the smell of smoke mixed with the constable's sweat. Remembering the constable gave Thirstposter a funny feeling. He wished he could be together with the constable again.

The next day, Thirstposter talked to his sister Sue. "I think I want to marry a constable when I grow up," said Thirstposter. Sue gave Thirstposter a strange look. "Boys don't marry boys!" she exclaimed. Then she ran off and told all the other children that her brother wanted to marry a constable.

Thirstposter went and talked to his mother. "I think I want to marry a constable when I grow up," he said. Mother laughed uncomfortably. "What a funny idea, Thirstposter!" she said. "What will the neighbors think if they hear about this?"

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Thirstposter decided that maybe his father would understand how he felt. "Father," said Thirstposter. "Did you ever wish that the house would catch on fire again so that a constable can rescue you? And did you ever wish he'd take off all your clothes?" Father gave Thirstposter a strange look. "No, I can't say that I did," said Father.

The real shocker came at dinner that night. "I wish a constable would take off all his clothes and sleep with me in my bed," said Thirstposter. "And I wish he would put a dog leash on me." Mother nearly choked on her tomato aspic. "Eat your dinner, Thirstposter," said Mother. "And be quiet."

When Thirstposter went to bed, his mother came to tuck him in. "Now, Thirstposter, there's something I want you to remember," she said. "Don't play with yourself, or you'll go blind." "Okay, mom," said Thirstposter. He wondered if he could just do it until he needed glasses.

After Thirstposter was in bed, Mother and Father talked things over. "I think Thirstposter may be a homosexual," said Father. "It certainly seems that way," said Mother. "What ever can we do about it?" "I think we should have a talk with him and put the fear of God in him," said Father.

The next morning, Mother and Father had a talk with Thirstposter. "No son of mine is going to be a homosexual!" said Father. "God says it's bad. If you don't give up this constable business, we'll kick you out of the house!" Thirstposter burst into tears.

Mother talked to Mrs. Brown to see if she had any advice. "I think my little Thirstposter may be a homosexual," said Mother. "I just don't know what to do." Mrs. Brown's eyes grew wide. A homosexual! Mrs. Brown ran away shrieking. Soon, Mother learned that she had been un-invited from Mrs. Brown's Tupperware party.

When Thirstposter went to school that day, all the other children ran away from him. "Ewww!" they said. "We don't want to play with a homosexual! We'll get gay germs!"

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Thirstposter stood behind and tried not to cry.

Thirstposter was so confused that he decided to call the police to ask for help. "Officer Plotchnik speaking," said the policeman. "Hello, my name is Thirstposter White," said Thirstposter. "I'm 9 years old. Everybody hates me because I want to marry a constable, and they say I'm a homosexual. What should I do?"

"Well, Thirstposter," said Officer Plotchnik. "You'd better not put your wee-wee in any other boys mouths or bottoms, or you'll go to jail. Sodomy is a crime in this state, you know." Thirstposter hung up the phone, more confused and depressed than ever. "What am I to do?" he asked himself.

After thinking it over, Thirstposter decided to run away to find a place where people would understand him. "Come on, Muttski," he said to his dog. "We're running away!" He packed some peanut butter sandwiches for himself and some dog food for Muttski. Then he took Muttski with him and ran away to a park.

In the park, Thirstposter met a man. "Hello, little boy," said the man. "How would you like some ice cream?" Thirstposter knew exactly what the man was after. Maybe this was his big chance! "Have you a constable uniform?" asked Thirstposter. "No, I'm afraid I haven't," said the man. "Oh," said Thirstposter, disappointed. Then he kicked the man in the balls to show him what he thought of child molesters.

Thirstposter ran all the way home with Muttski. Then he cried and cried. "Oh, Muttski," he said. "There seems to be nowhere to turn. I think I should end it all and kill myself." He looked sadly at Muttski. "But I'm too scared to die alone. Let's make a suicide pact, Muttski! How does that sound?" Muttski licked Thirstposter on the nose. Thirstposter took that to mean yes, so he carried Muttski outside.

Thirstposter sadly carried Muttski to the sidewalk. They waited for a car to come by. Soon, a driver came speeding around the bend.

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With Muttski in his arms, Thirstposter jumped in front of an approaching car. The car screeched to a stop just in time. The driver jumped out of the car. "Goodness gracious, young man!" said the driver. "Why did you jump in front of my car?" "I was trying to kill myself because I'm a homosexual, and all my family and the other kids and the police and everyone hate me," said Thirstposter. "Don't kill yourself!" said the driver. "Call the Gay Hotline! They can help you!" He gave Thirstposter a card with a phone number, and then got in his car and drove away.

Thirstposter nervously dialed the number. "Hello, Gay Hotline?" he said. "My name is Thirstposter. I'm 9 years old. I'm a homosexual, and I want to marry a constable. Everybody hates me because I'm a homosexual: Mother, Father, sister Sue, Officer Plotchnik, and all the kids at school. I tried to run away but a man tried to buy me ice cream, and I kicked him in the balls. I tried to kill myself but the driver stopped and gave me your number. What should I do?"

"What you need is a good family psychiatrist!" said the man on the Gay Hotline. "Here's a number for you." He gave Thirstposter the number.

"Can we go to a family psych--- psych--- head shrinker, Mother?" asked Thirstposter. "I have the number for a good one." Mother thought, "Maybe this will get those perverted homosexual thoughts out of little Thirstposter's head." She said, "All right, Thirstposter."

"Hello, folks, I'm Dr. Goldenberg," said the psychiatrist. "What seems to be the problem?" "We're here because our little son Thirstposter seems to be a-- homosexual!" said Mother.

"Not to worry, folks. Being gay is a perfectly normal variation of human sexuality," said Dr. Goldenberg. "The best thing you can do is to accept Thirstposter for who he is."

At home, Mother and Father talked it over. "Maybe we were too hasty to judge the boy," said Father. "Maybe so," said Mother. "All right, let's talk to him."

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Father told Thirstposter, "Thirstposter, your mother and I have decided to accept you just as you are. We're proud of our gay son." Thirstposter's face lit up. He was very glad.

"Guess what, Muttski?" cried Thirstposter. "Mother and Father say they're going to accept me just as I am!" Muttski jumped and barked joyfully.

Thirstposter became a gay rights activist and gave consciousness raising talks to his classmates. "And by using a condom or dental dam every time you have sex, you can greatly reduce your chances of contracting HIV!" said Thirstposter.

Thirstposter's parents became avid readers of the P-FLAG newsletter. "Who needs a Tupperware party when we have all these P-FLAG meetings to go to?" remarked Mother.

Thirstposter's family tried to accept his kinkier interests. "Father, will you buy me that leash for my birthday?" "But Muttski already has a leash," said Father. "I didn't want it for Muttski," said Thirstposter. Father chuckled uncomfortably.

Thirstposter's family even helped set him up with a good boyfriend. "What about this one, Father?" asked Sue. "10-year-old boy into constable uniforms and bondage. Usually top but versatile. Is Thirstposter a top or a bottom, Father?" "I think he's a bottom," said Father. "This looks like a good match for Thirstposter."

Thirstposter was very glad that his family accepted him. He lived happily ever after.

THE END

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