“Sure,” I said and smiled back, and then we were off joking.īack at my place, he started playing boogie-woogie on my piano, crooning away like Frankie Blue Eyes. He straightened out his gangly legs and swept out his arm in an inviting gesture.
“Hey, want a beer?” he asked me, flashing a smile. My teenage crush, Clint was the man I lusted for right before I was deflowered. He looked exactly like a well-preserved Clint. I look to my left and about four yards away from me was Clint Eastwood. I ended up at a pond, down by the river, in the city park. I was glad to see him go.įive days later, I got the heebie-jeebies again and went back downtown. The next morning, he went back out to the streets. He came out of the bath smelling like a rose. So, I showed him some empathy and then I asked him to take a bath, or at least a shower. I’d already been told his life story: His wife had left him, and I was the first woman he’d been with since then.
We ended up at my place.īack at my place, we wound up making out. He and I exchanged glances and sidled off toward one another. “Will you marry me?” one of them asked, and being in my 50s and having been married twice already, I politely laughed it off.īut the cutie pie was there too. There was a gang of drunks, most of them homeless, the same ones I would chat with once in a while. So, I popped open a bottle of chardonnay at noon, and I made my way downtown, sociably tipsy. It all reminded me of my own pain-laced childhood. I could not deal with the anxiety, waking up alone and the fact that my own body had been acting up. Steeves Winner, the author of this article, is an activist for LGBTI rights in Cameroon who writes under a pseudonym.While I’m sure I’d have felt seen and heard by any dude at a bar, this was easier … which helps when you are a highly sensitive person (HSP) like me.īut the day of the blowup? I was drunk.
Milo and Gilles remain incarcerated, awaiting trial on charges of homosexuality and sexual abuse of a minor. They arrested him and took the pair to the police station. When Gilles arrived, he was surprised to see the police.
Police asked Milo to invite Gilles over for a visit and Milo did so. Police went there and arrested Milo, who confessed what he had done and also mentioned Gilles. Under questioning, the boys told police they had lived “at the apartment of a gentleman who slept with us.” They told police the location of Milo’s home. Late on the night of July 3, police stopped the two boys as they walked through the streets. They told him they had nowhere to go, but on July 3 they were on the streets again.īuea is in the English-speaking area of Cameroon, which has been subject to political unrest and is under a nighttime curfew, enforced by a strong police presence. The two men then had sex with the underage boys.Īfter a week, Milo told the boys that they had to leave. He soon contacted his friend Gilles (also a pseudonym) to tell him about his two guests. Milo (a pseudonym), a middle-aged gay man, is the owner of a financial business in Buea, where he lives alone in an apartment.ĭuring the week of June 25, he met two homeless boys on the street and invited them to stay with him. Buea is in coastal southwest Cameroon, just west of the commercial capital of Douala.