The Birth of a Straight Man, v 2.1.1: kolemath, lizziep, Wjames, Achebe, D.MYST

[Wjames]

A STRAIGHT MAN, version 1.1

1
When I was younger, maybe five or six,
everyone teased me, called me gay.
I didn't even understand
what sex meant, playing with my penis
as if it were just another finger.
I knew only that I
was insulted, that I I don't particularly like these two "that I" line breaks, but it's no big deal.
had to get mad.

2
When I was younger, maybe seven or eight, These younger repetitions made me think "seven or 8 isn't younger than five or six" "nine or ten isn't younger than seven or eight". You might want to change to "When I was young", or something else.
my favorite past time was kissing boys,
girls, anyone I could get my lips on,
even the dirty unknown that lay motionless 
outside our school. My second favorite I'm not sure what you mean by the dirt unknown that lay motionless. You could try to clarify.
was biting the arms of all the boys that mocked,
pulling the hair of all the girls that laughed.

3
When I was younger, maybe nine or ten,
my peers stopped the abuse.
They almost became my friends,
although I could never forget
the hell they dug for me I like this line.
and the scars I left them.
Every night, to both celebrate
and atone,
I would give myself a wedgie
with the cord that closed and opened
my room's Venetian blinds,
would rub my extra digit on the cloth "would rub" is a little awkward. 
while staring my reflection on the window
straight in the eye.

4
When I was younger, maybe eleven or twelve,
I found God in his most popular form,
Love. The Sallman Head, the Image of Edessa:
nothing compares to the little red-haired girl,
Botticelli's vision,
that lied all Roman on the wooden seat
by the fireplace -- to the virgin that roasted
like a Christmas pig
as the rising sun cast its burning rays You could cut "its" if you wanted.
on my shut eyes and smiling face.
And the masculine word tore through me
like a priest's knife,
no, like a madman's razor.

5
When I was younger, maybe thirteen or fourteen,
God revealed the rainbow. First,
from a boy whose heart in my presence
always went like mad how do you know that his heart went mad in your presence? I suppose he told (or showed) you when he kissed you, but on first read it is strange. It is also in a strange order, more conventionally: "First, from a boy whose heart always went like mad in my presence".
came my first kiss, given wet with eros,
received dry with philautia. I pushed him away,
no, punched him to the ground. Second,
my ailing mother died, her last words:
"My bedroom smells of bacon."
I did not kiss her as she lay
all bald, all dark, all swollen.

6
Only in my evening room did I weep
when I was younger, maybe fifteen or sixteen,
figuring: "Surely now I should run out the closet!"
But then God's true image,
Justice, shot out of the sky is justice an image? I'm unfamiliar with most of the Bible etc, so this may be something I'm missing.
and onto my prepuce, so that I knew
my pierced eyes already were fate,
my peers' lies already looked straight.

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