MidReal Story

The Boytaurs Museum

Anonymous

Feb 4

Scenario:The Boytaurs Museum at our all-male men’s collegeboasts the world‘s most comprehensive collection of statuary depicting boytaurs, young men with a frontal as well as a hind pair of human legs, and four bare feet.

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The Boytaurs Museum at our all-male men’s collegeboasts the world‘s most comprehensive collection of statuary depicting boytaurs, young men with a frontal as well as a hind pair of human legs, and four bare feet.

Landon Brooks

observant, and supportive. Landon notices Eugene's fascination with the boytaur statues in the museum but doesn't pry into his thoughts. Instead, he offers companionship during their visits to the museum. Landon values his friendships deeply and provides a sense of stability in Eugene's life as they navigate college together.

Marcus Flynn

confident, and outgoing. Marcus is admired by many for his looks and charisma but remains oblivious to Eugene's secret admiration. He shares a close friendship with Eugene, often teasing him playfully without realizing the depth of Eugene's feelings. Despite his carefree nature, Marcus values their friendship deeply and unknowingly provides Eugene with emotional support.

Eugene Winters

introspective, and slightly awkward. Eugene is fascinated by the museum's collection and often visits to contemplate life and relationships. He struggles with his feelings for his roommate, Marcus, and grapples with the complexities of friendship and desire. Despite his insecurities, he seeks genuine connections and hopes to find love.

I sat on my customary bench in the Boytaurs Museum, staring in customary fashion at the marble statue of the customary boytaur, a young man with a frontal as well as a hind pair of human legs, and four bare feet.

The statue sat on its usual pedestal, and the pedestal sat on its usual plush blue velvet pedestal-cover.

Everything was as it should be in this tiny universe, and yet everything felt far from right.

"Hey, Eugene," a deep voice rumbled behind me.

"Only you would come to a museum on a Saturday afternoon."

I sighed and stood up to watch Marcus Flynn come toward me.

He was my roommate, and the handsomest man I’d ever seen.

He had no idea I thought he was handsome, or that indeed I thought him the handsomest man I’d ever seen.

He grinned, expecting me to grin back.

He was oblivious to the fact I secretly admired him, had secretly admired him since we’d met on freshman orientation day at this all-male men’s college.

"I wish you wouldn’t tease me about that, Marcus," I said.

"Why not? What’re you doing here? Didn’t you have a date last night? With that girl from the women’s liberal arts college?"

I sat back down on the bench.

"No. Why would you say that?"

"Because you look so down."

"I just …"

I gestured toward the statue.