“Instinct drives treatment forward through the dark annals of the unknown and creates solutions when there are no answers” (Maxwell Guttman, The Role of the Support System in Improving Mental Health Prognosis) 2018
I find it extremely ironic, that after spitting on me at Vito’s house and calling me a “faggot”, Kim decided to make finally make peace with me. He invited me to one of his kickboxing matches in Long Island. Apparently, Kim left his bizarre androgynous gender identity and history behind him in Liberty and taken up a more masculine prowess after graduation. I was a bit taken back by this invitation and wondered if there was any double meaning behind it. I was also puzzled and wondered how small, slightly effeminate Kim would handle himself around more athletic and physically fit men. Something didn’t add up.
I accepted Kim’s invitation to attend the event. I actually was really quite curious how this entire interest evolved. I just couldn’t figure out how Kim went from bookish coward to this whole new bravado of let’s take this outside, or rather, in the ring. I would soon find out.
When I got to the event venue most of my friends were already seated. I didn’t ask too many questions, mainly, because I didn’t want to sound offensive. But I sure was curious about what was in store for us…
The event started like any other boxing match. The announcer was loud, theatrical, and amusing. Since I hadn’t had too many nights out since my break, this was exciting. Then the moment finally came.
“And we have Kim in the solid trunks!” the announcer spoke and I intently watched. That was when I realized something after looking Kim up and down in the ring. His outward appearance had not changed at all. He looked like the same bookish coward that I remembered from Church street.
Ding-Ding Ding! The first round bell sounded.
I watched Kim move around the ring a bit. He looked scared. Almost as if he wanted to walk away. Maybe he should have. Because within a matter of seconds, his opponent hit him with a left hand, and then a right, and down went Kim.
“Wow!” My friend Mcdaggot commented, reacting to the fight. In fact, I was thinking the very same thing. I’ve never seen someone go down that fast. Leave it to Kim, I thought to myself, to finally showcase going down in front of the feet of a real man, in front of so many onlookers, and not feel the slightest embarrassed or ashamed of feeling less than. That’s Kim, I thought. Shameless to the end. Revisonless!