Author: The JT LeRoy Story Page #4

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in a bathtub of bleach.

It more gradually came out

that the AIDS that he had

was probably caught from

one of his mother's boyfriends

who had abused him.

And his high voice was

probably due to the fact

that his genitals

had been mutilated

so that he never went

into puberty.

[ Telephone rings ]

He finally succumbed

to my constant questions

by offering to send me photos.

They showed a rather attractive

blond boy of about 15.

And I actually framed them and

put them on my bookcase

with the pictures of my family

and of my lover.

At that point,

helping him develop as a writer

became a mission for me.

[ Tape player clicks ]

[ Tape player clicks ]

There's not a lot of discovery

in publishing anymore.

To hear a new voice

was exciting.

William Burroughs, Genet,

Allen Ginsberg --

all these people provided voices

to an alternative culture

and suddenly it seemed like

there was a torchbearer.

This was a homeless teenager

who was dealing with HIV,

just getting off the streets.

Someone, whose work spoke to

an aspect of American culture

I hadn't heard about before.

And it f***ing shouldn't.

I knew I still needed to write.

I still wanted to write.

But I wasn't gonna

f***ing write that sh*t.

And I didn't let them

publish the work.

You sure as f*** don't walk

away from a book deal.

And I did.

[ Page turns ]

I'm 32 years old,

and I'm pregnant.

And I'm still

talking to Dr. Owens,

but everything's shifting.

But Jeremy is still there.

And my body

has just betrayed him

in the ultimate f***ing way.

I am completely female.

I have given birth to

a baby boy who I'm nursing.

There is no hope in hell

that I'm ever gonna give

Jeremy the body

that he really, really wants.

'Cause my focus,

my number one priority,

is this baby.

Not him.

And then one day,

the door of willingness opened.

It was exactly

like watching a movie.

It was like a 1940's serial,

a cliff hanger.

I would only see

to the next road sign.

I was in the fog.

I'd get right up to that point.

Then I'd end it.

I didn't know where

it was going to go ever,

but it kept leading me,

and I would just

watch it unfold,

and it was so much fun.

[ Air brakes blow ]

[ Engine revs ]

[ Moaning ]

LeRoy:
I look up

and see the glowing aura

of the Holy Jackalope Shrine.

[ Gong sounds ]

[ Footsteps ]

Everyone closes their eyes

and makes their prayer for

a newfound libidinous powers.

[ Boing! ]

I reach down into my tube top,

grab my raccoon penis bone,

and clutch it tight.

Please, oh, divine jackalope.

I want to be a real lizard.

I want to earn a huge bone.

I finished writing the story,

and I don't know what it is.

I speak to the editor,

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