Today's Blind Items - The Chosen Ones - A Dancing Boy Story

Do you remember that first dancing boy blind item - from January, 2018? (Maybe Enty can link to it.)

There was the attempted assault, of course, but knowing what you know now - what happened before - you can guess that that wasn’t the worst of it. The worst of it was to come.

I was in the hospital for weeks - as my school attendance record will attest - but what about the missing time? The time I was AWOL?

That is the time that concerns us now.

As it says in the police report, I was left on a bench - nearly naked and wrapped in a blanket - in front of the ER. There was significant internal bleeding and wounds - entry and exit - on my hands and feet. 

I had, according to the report, fled treatment to score, and unable to steal the money I needed, turned tricks - maybe with multiple men. The other wounds were the stuff of self-harm - delusions of grandeur: maybe I believed I was Christ himself.

But none of that is true of course.

And the reason I know it isn’t true is not because I remember what happened - or even most of it - but because most of the other ones it happened to - other dancing boys I mean - ended up in dumpsters, or washed up on the beach in Malibu.

You see: I was never supposed to survive it - the ritual, the completing of the circle (with the star inside.) I was, according to them, one of the Chosen. And yes: there were men who paid to watch, paid to participate - rich, powerful men.

But someone intervened. I’m told it was another dancing boy - one of the earliest, and most famous, in a modern sense. I have no idea who.