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Carter Plays Ball
- Millenium Reflections
My name is Carter, Timothy Carter M.B.E., current steward of Low Longsdale, my estate in Yorkshire, which has been in my family for generations. Some say I am a stuck-up toff, but I prefer to think that I preserve standards that are so lacking in these days, at the turn of the Millenium.
Being a confirmed bachelor and also confirmed, since the age of nineteen, to the ways of Oscar Wilde, in nineteen eighty two it became obvious I was not going to begat an heir for the family fortune, due to my following of the Socratric path.
So, back then, I adopted Peter, who has now turned twenty-one and has grown into a fine young man to inherit the family estate. He is the delight of my life, and now that I have attained the ripe age of sixty-one, I could wish for no better heir.
Where does my story begin? Should I go back to my days as a student in Cambridge? No, that can wait another day for the telling. No, a good place to start is nineteen eighty two, after my solving of the London hotel murder and my getting to know the handsome footballer Garry Newburn.
Some of you may already know of the handsome Australian and the London murder mystery, so I won't re-tell the details now.
I always thought I was so finely attuned to the Wildean way that I could spot a Socratic tendency in any male. Back then, I was amazed to learn that I had failed to see the inclination of Socrates in the famous footballer, Garry Newburn! How Garry and I became unusual lovers was told in that murder tale and does not need narrating again now.
After I solved the murder in London, in nineteen eighty two, I had hoped to fade away back into my privileged anonymity. Unfortunately that was not to be. Once the trial came around, I had to testify and the press pounced upon my story. The homosexual aspect to the case caught the seedy imagination of the tabloids. "Surecock Holmes - Private Dicktective!" was the worst epithet that they tacked on me, when news of the homosexual peccadilloes was revealed in court and the story was told of how I had found the killer.
I survived the exposure. My private life was revealed to some extent, but fortunately I was able to retire to the safety of my estate in Yorkshire. Garry, who I'd managed to keep out of implication in the murder story, was wonderfully supportive and visited me as often as his football career and his marriage would allow. For twelve months I wanted for nothing else sexually. Garry was exciting, young and virile. With a wonderful mixture of sexual curiosity and bravado, the handsome Garry was more than fulfilling for me and he was also my best friend. Of course, I was only forty-three then and only twenty years senior to the devastatingly handsome footballer.
During this period I adopted my darling boy Peter. My solicitor had expedited it through and fortunately I was given custody of the boy before the publicity from the trial.
I have been homosexual all my life. I suppose, for these modern times I am a bit stuffy and old-fashioned. I prefer to think I have standards, but I am aware that I am losing touch with modern life.
You may well call me "gay". How I detest the use of that word. In my day, gay" was a wonderful word that conveyed carefree happiness. The word did not
to my way of thinking, have anything to do with sex between men, which could be anything from degrading, to wonderful. Sometimes gay, sometimes hopelessly sad and pathetic.
I prefer the word homosexual. In these days of such sexuality becoming more exposed I have wondered why the word homophile has not been coined to describe Socratic tendencies. "Love of men" is what homophile meant and that is certainly what I have felt all my life. I love men. I love their bodies, the male sexual organ and the contact of my body with male bodies.
Since I met him, Garry had not been my only source of male company over the years but we have a kind of loyalty that is rare in the so-called "gay" world. He has been my only true love since he had first given himself to me and apart from his wife, who he had loved dearly, I knew his love for me was constant. He has always been honest about his desires and I always knew he had a few "special" friends and needed to experiment.
Yes, these past eighteen years have been wonderful and fulfilling for me! I have not always lived up to the standards of sexual behaviour that I had resolved for myself, but compared to my dangerously promiscuous behaviour, before I met Garry, I have behaved in a very restrained manner!