Lu's Outing
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“It didn’t bother me that I was all those names they called me...It hurt that it bothered them so much.”
Being sixteen sucks! Being sixteen and awkward sucks! Being sixteen, awkward and knowing you are gay sucks even more!
Or does it?
Lu has no friends. Anthony keeps bullying him at school. His mother is growing suspicious. What else can he do but ditch to go hang out in Greenwich Village, it’s what his Uncle Jose would have done. After all, it’s 1993, and he is in the city that never sleeps.
So begins a comical coming of age of story of breaking the rules, making new friends and falling in love.
What about Anthony? What about his mother? Being a teenager may suck, but in a city of possibilities Lu finds out that it doesn’t always have to.
John Lugo-Trebble
John Lugo-Trebble was born and raised in The Bronx. He now lives in Cornwall with his husband David and their three cats.He is the author of Lu’s Outing and The Deadbeat Club in The Everywhere Series. His work has appeared in Jonathan: A Queer Fiction Journal, Litro Magazine and others.You can find out more about him and his work at www.johnlugotrebble.com
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Lu's Outing - John Lugo-Trebble
Lu’s Outing
John Lugo-Trebble
2020 edition published by Barnot Press.
Copyright © 2020 John Lugo-Trebble
John Lugo-Trebble asserts his moral right to be identified as the author of the work. All rights reserved. No part of this publication can be produced in any form or by any means without the prior permission of the author.
Contact: john@johnlugotrebble.net
ISBN: 978-1-9160596-0-3
DEDICATION
To my husband David:
Your belief in me lit the way during the dark times when I didn’t even believe in myself.
Thank you.
To my mother Mirta and my siblings Joey, Elisa and Kasandra for always loving me for who I am.
To Boots: Forever Missed.
Contents
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
AUTHORS NOTE
THURSDAY, JUNE 2, 1993
FRIDAY, JUNE 3, 1993
SATURDAY JUNE 5, 1993
SUNDAY, JUNE 6, 1993
FRIDAY, JUNE 10, 1993
MONDAY JUNE 28, 1993
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I would like to thank my friends who I consider my family for the times we have had and the friendships we have cultivated over the years.
I would also like to thank the NYC I grew up in for inspiring this story and for the times we had in the 90’s.
AUTHORS NOTE
Lu’s Outing began as a short story when we were living in Prague in 2013. I was sitting in Q Cafe in Nové Mĕsto. The doors were wide open and there was no breeze. I looked at the sweat beads forming on my arm and was transported back to the humid summers of my youth in NYC.
I wrote most of it in one sitting. The finished product fell somewhere between a short story and a novel so it sat in a folder until 2018.
The summer of 2018 was overshadowed by the tragic loss of our beloved cat Boots and I needed a project to focus my grief on. I decided to enter Lu’s Outing in the Amazon Storyteller Competition and although it didn’t win the contest, it did gain a following.
This 2020 revised edition contains never published material. It also sets the stage for the second instalment in Lu’s Adventure, The Deadbeat Club (Spring 2020).
In addition to Spanglish, Lu’s Outing uses language and terminology that was common at the time but today not so much. It presents a time in LGBTQ+ history where we were becoming more visible but the law had yet to catch up.
It is not my coming out story, but if I had to choose one…
THURSDAY, JUNE 2, 1993
It didn't bother me that I was all those names they called me: Sissy, Fag, Mama's Boy, Butt Pirate! It hurt that it bothered them so much. Well the last name bothered me because I hadn't actually done that yet. I hadn't done anything. I was a virgin. The closest I had come to a man were the few copies of Male Pictorial I had stashed under my mattress. I had taken them from Uncle Jose's apartment when we cleaned it out after he died. My mother didn't want abuela to see those things.
Instead of throwing them in the garbage, I stashed them in my school bag, looking forward to getting home that night and flipping through them. Those magazines became my nightly escape. Ian
in particular became a fixation. Smooth, golden skin, honey like dirty blond hair and piercing blue eyes, with strong arms that I would imagine wrapped around me. His body was manly. Next to his, mine was way underdeveloped; skinny and boyish.
My head against the conductor’s booth, I was daydreaming about Ian
while listening to In Your Room
by The Bangles on the 80's mixed tape that I had made the night before. I could feel that familiar dread starting to rise in my stomach as the train pulled into the nearest stop to my high school. The sky was too blue for abuse, so instead of getting on the bus at Pelham Bay, I hopped the 6 train and decided to go downtown with no real idea where I was going. The doors opened and shut with indifference and as it pulled away from Middletown Road, I would be safe from them, even if only for one day.
I stayed on the train to Astor Place. With no destination in mind, I walked around Washington Square Park. I used to hear Mom say to Uncle Jose to be careful around there because of all the drug dealers and addicts. Looking around all I saw were people who looked pretty average to me. Some my age who were probably playing hooky too and others a bit older probably going to classes at NYU. There were all sorts of men playing chess in one corner of the park. I felt safer than I did at school. Looking through the arch in the park, the haze in the city made it hard to see the Empire State Building clearly. My arms were a bit sweaty and the light blond hairs glistened just above my olive skin.
I headed towards Eighth Street, turning left and passing by the 8th Street Playhouse that had a big sign advertising The Rocky Horror Picture Show. I had seen it on TV late one night when my mom had some friends over and she thought I had gone to bed early. I hummed Sweet Transvestite
in my head for days. It even provided a distraction when Anthony Diagio punched me repeatedly in the stomach for walking too close to him. How cool would it be to see it at the movies?
Eighth Street was lined with shop after shop selling variations of the same things: bongs, pipes, t-shirts, shoes and ear piercings. Towards Sixth Avenue there were two black drag queens outside of a shop called Patricia Fields. They had corsets like Frankenfurter and the biggest heels I had ever seen in my life. One of them had on a red bobbed wig and the other one a blonde ponytail. I remember Uncle Jose wearing a similar pony tail when he dressed up as Madonna the last Halloween that he was alive. Even sick as he was, he insisted on celebrating. My mother made sure none of his lesions were visible through the foundation she used on his neck.
The blonde one exhaled from her cigarette and then said to the red headed one, Ah told that mothafucka don't be holding my head I ain't yo wife!!
I tried not to laugh as I walked past. It made me miss Uncle Jose more than I had done in a while. I walked past Papaya King and crossed Sixth Avenue when I noticed the sign that said Christopher Street. I used to hear Uncle Jose talk about this place to my mother.