“QUEERS AND BULLS NOT USED FOR BREEDING ARE CASTRATED”

© By Steve Aldea

I never thought moving to a small town south of Provo, Utah would amount to anything less than a cup of coffee at the state street Dinner! The trek from So California was a real change of life for me. I was not accustomed to the sings of RED NECK Cowboys who were either Mormon or not. I knew of a returned missionary named Elder Howard who had served in the Los Angeles Mission and that’s about it. I always thought the state of Utah was the land of Zion, so I was lead to believe from my early days of my youth in the church.

I was a recently widowed guy, married for 15 years and the wify passed away from breast cancer. I made frequent trips to Provo and Salt Lake City for my entertainment needs. I found a few watering holes at 2100 south in Salt Lake that was a familiar hang out place for them good Mormon BYU boys and University of Utah crowd.

I was inactive in the church and no one cared for many years had passed since I was an active member of my religion. I did not give it much thought in how I dressed other than I wore a white T –shirt crewneck, jeans, boots and my straw hat in the summer months when it was all hot and all.

I liked to go camping and hiking around the canyons where I lived and the trails on this particular day I knew would not be so busy because of the Mormon Pancake breakfast earlier that was being held to raise money for the youth groups in the Church. I started up the trails that I knew about and found a spot where I could eat my lunch and take some pictures from the valley down below. I became startled by a few boys from BYU University, they indicated they had seen me in Church a few times and also saw me in Salt Lake City at one of them “Queer” bars! I denied ever being at what they so called a “Queer Bar”, I was caught off guard and not sure what to do at this point.

One of the Football Tackle dudes kept pushing me around until I lost my balance and was flat on my back. In this party of four, these two dudes must have been close to three hundred pounds as they held my arms down to the ground. One guy named John produced that looked like a cattle castrating knife, from his backpack and said only “Queers and Bulls not used for breeding were castrated”! I felt the thumping of my heart in my chest, and I started to breathe harder and harder struggling to get away. John and Mark his buddy took off my shorts and Mormon underwear bottoms. They were surprised I was wearing my Mormon garments, and John took his castrating knife and cut them off of me. I pleaded not to go through with their threats, and reminding them they had the wrong guy, I had never known of any Queer Bars in the Salt Lake area to begin with in the first place.

I knew men have lost their balls before in time of war and for birth control and other reasons, such as rape; however what was proceeding to be fixed upon me was out of my mind! I kept pleading with these Mormon dudes, struggling to get away and asked them to stop. Jason one of the football players yelled at me “yeah were going to cut you like they taught us how do cut pigs on the farm in 4-H” The brawn in them football players sure made me realize that they must train pretty hard at the University football practices, no wonder why BYU had a good football season the year before!

I was told to just shut up and take it like a man, as I heard Mark tell John he had the purse ready to cut, he was ready to cut me then and now! The pain from feeling the knife sear through my scrotum (purse) was something no man should have had to go through. John cut my family jewels right out of my purse freeing the cords to my balls then tied off the cords so I would not bleed so much.

I soon realized before I later had passed out, that I was gelded, a Eunuch, and I could do nothing about it, other than hope that the Ranger or someone would come by and call for help before I bleed to death.

I awoke up later in a hospital in Provo; the town’s sheriff was asking me all kinds of questions as to who were the persons responsible for castrating me. I was in such a fog that I am not even sure anything I told the Sheriff made much sense; I had lost a pint of blood and was weak. I knew them University boys would sooner or later get their justice someday for the injustice they gave to me, and even in the name of the Holy Priesthood they used as reason for castrating me!

I knew they had it all wrong, me the wrong person, me the retired dude that got invites to dinner almost every night from the single women of the church now since I was a certified Eunuch! My stud years were now over and I had to figure out how to live life over in Utah County.

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