Where to start? Throughout my life my younger brother Daniel William Eric Johnson was the eternal antagonist, egomaniac, schemer, bully and worst of all – sexual deviant. He used many-a-people to help lift himself higher than they, but not everyone was so willing. Thank goodness for them. He took after our mother that way, and it was their disgusting character example together that I shunned indefinitely, because I found it so distasteful and anti-Christian for sure. Perhaps The Good Lord created them that way for my benefit, to make damn sure I didn’t end up like them. Who knows.
But I always knew there was something poignantly different about Dan that I could never put my finger on. He was different in a way that no other kid I knew at that age was different. His manner was more sadistic, mean-spirited, haughty and utterly twisted. He never gave a damn about anyone, except himself of course. Again, he took after our mother that way. His method frightened me so. His love of self. The way he uses others. His self-absorption was so all-encompassing that I had no way of really describing it back then so I simply tried to ignore him as best I could. Heck, I was just a kid stuck in that mess of a life. Of course, with that ego, that strategy never really worked very well. But there was something else more sinister about him.
The first time I realized something was terribly, terribly wrong with Dan was when we were home alone one time and living on Wilson Road when our parents had left for a couple hours to take a break from us… well his, constant antagonism and my eventual counter-reactions. I was downstairs that day, and wondered where he was at that particular time as I hadn’t seen him in a while. I wandered upstairs and heard a noise inside our parents’ bedroom. And there Dan was.
I walked in and he was standing beside my mother’s dresser and he was wearing a pair of my mother’s beige panties and using her back muscle vibrator and he had it down (her) panties and Dan was masturbating with it. When I saw the scene I was in absolute shock and disbelief. He yelled at me to get out. And he finished his business (masturbating) because apparently he was at the point of no return, so-to-speak. Masturbating? Okay who doesn’t? But in a pair of your mother’s panties? /facepalm.
So my little brother is a cross-dresser. Possibly gay too. Oh fuck…
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After that, Dan always treated me like I was a threat to him. Probably because he never wanted me to reveal his (many) dirty secrets to our parents and really, to anyone. And I never did, until today. Because you see, I never got a thank-you from him, nor a pat on the back, nor did he ever keep any of my secrets. In fact, as soon as Dan learned ANYTHING about me, which wasn’t much at all, he told on me as soon as he could. Yep that’s right. He tattled on me so many times that I’ve lost count. So for my silence of your disgusting sexual desires I got stabbed in the back? Relentlessly? For 40 years? Thanks.
Even to this day he’s still afraid that I might do a tell-all about his sexual-deviance, his constant lying, his bigotry and ego-mania. He’s worked so hard to discredit me and to make sure that anything I said would appear as a lie all because he wanted to protect himself and his dirty laundry. In short, all he wanted was to drag me down to his level. And for a time he succeeded. Until today.
For the next few months, I will be doing a tell-all about Danny-boy and his incredible arrogance and betrayal and, ahem, sexual misdeeds. I’m tired of dragging around his dead weight. It’s time Dan showed the world his true colours. His true self. And his true blackness. Your lies stop today slick, your bullshit has come to an end and the truth will set me free.
I’m not going to lie anymore for you kiddo – that ship has sailed. Forever.