This is a story about the twins who both have very low self esteem struggling to live a happy life with healthy relationships, but the reality is tough. One is a straight drag queen&stand-up comedian, one is a gay cook, read and find out more
It's been a week since Halloween, Laurent had more chances to be on stage than his roommates, though not as much as around Halloween. He called it "real talent".
Laurent benefited a lot from the house dance steps and a little ballet foundation he learned from his sister. He was able to perform awesome performances on stage that amazed the audience and earned him some fame. But fame comes not only with money, but also with envy, experienced drag queens privately called him a fake, and say his clothes and make-up were hideous and disgusting.
"So when they say I'm the 'straightest' here, are they insulting me or complimenting me? I really don't know." Laurent crossed his arms on the stage, while there was no fancy costume, his posture and The demeanor were still very flamboyant.
This is his third talk show.
"And my makeup, I admit I'm not professional but uh I look better than them haters anyway." He heard boos and laughter. "Who booed me? Who booed? You? Uh you don't look straight, no wonder, you're just jealous." The audience booed again. "Don't worry I won't steal your man," he added. "Seriously, I was never and could never be gay because I know men all too well and men are the worst creatures on the planet. That's why I'm not gay. I can like dicks but I can't like men ."
He made smart use of his entertaining drag queen persona, mostly full of dirty jokes, people liked to hear others talking about filthy things, genitals, excrement, perverts... Sometimes Laurent couldn't even tell whether it was acting or a way of his emotional outlet.
He bowed deeply amidst laughter and applause.
Tonight was successful, people seemed to love him and gave good responses unlike the first time he did it. But Laurent was fear to be too happy about himself, because every time he felt this way, something bad happened.
The dry cold night air made Laurent's teeth chatter uncontrollably. He wrapped his jacket tightly and put his hands in his pockets. The coldness was so fierce that he squinted his eyes. The night road looked the same as usual, except that there were a little less people.
It would be nice to have some music, it seemed too quiet now, Laurent thought. At this time, he seemed to see a group of people squatting next to him from the corner of his eye not far away. His heartbeat instantly accelerated. That was the last thing he wanted to encounter at night.
"You like dicks?" he heard a hoarse, low voice yelling at him indistinctly. "Hey, I'm talking to you, skinny ass." Laurent lowered his head and tried not to look in that direction, his long twists helped him covering his face, he hoped they were talking to the wrong person. Just as he was about to run away, he felt someone grabbed his hair and pulled his head up, then he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, he was kicked to the ground. "Who are you! damn it, I don't know you..." Laurent finally saw the people who kicked him clearly, he vaguely remembered seeing them in the audience of the talk show just now. The man who kicked him was very muscular and was wearing a mask and his eye corners were covered with scars and lines.
He squatted down and pinched Laurent's chin: "You think you look good huh?" The three men behind him arched their backs and laughed sinisterly. The man with mask made a gesture, those men behind him then stood up and started unbuttoned their belts. Laurent saw their genitals exposed and felt something splash on his face.
They peed in his face.
"Wha-r..are you crazy..!" Laurent writhed on the ground, his stomach churned, he thought he was going to throw up.
"Now learn your position, you ugly ass." The man slapped him across the face, one slap wasn't enough for him, the men slapped him until Laurent couldn't feel the pain and even couldn't feel his face.
"Learn to respect others and shut your filthy mouth, bitch."
Laurent felt like he was going to die on the road tonight, when a person got so frightened they could become fearless and start to act crazy.
"...yes."
"What?"
"Yes..keep going..."Laurent panted, he could hardly breath properly, but he stopped resisting and started to say things uncontrollably. "Keep going, beat me to death, is that what you want? Then do it."
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Laurent couldn't remember what they did, they probably just left, thinking he was crazy, leaving him curled up in the road like a used tissue covered in dust. At that moment Laurent's mind was empty, although this is not the first time this happened to him, but why did god give him a blow every time life gets a little bit better.
I don't deserve it, Laurent thought, I've done nothing wrong, but why shit like this happened all the time... He slowly got up with grudge , feeling numb and itchy in the face. He hoped he won't get another beat up on the way so he started to walk as fast as he can...
