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Copyright 2012 Dwayne Albert Bearup


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Jealousy. No words, just pure emotion, his constant companion all his scrawny, disfigured life. Envious of every other male—the strong ones, the hunters, providers for the clan—for whom his small stature and too large head were nearly too odd to bear. He could not run down a deer, nor thrust home a spear, nor even carry water. Even the smallest girl could do as little as carry water, but his lack of physical strength made it an impossible chore. Had his father not been chief he might have been killed at birth, or left alongside the trail long ago. As it stood, only his lack of muscle prevented his death now, because it meant he was no threat to the chiefdom. And only his other contributions prevented ostracism. But nothing could prevent ridicule.

The women should thank him for the new ochre deposit and pretty stones he had found, to brighten up their lives. Instead they hold him down and use his gifts to dress him as they are, mocking him for a woman. They tease him with their bodies, making promises, yet never let him consummate the act. And if he tried to force the issue he would be beaten while the men and children laughed. The children—who should be grateful for the toys he made them—would then void their wastes on him in the ultimate gesture of contempt.

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