WHAT I DID WAS UNTHINKABLE, I WAS ILLITERATE TWO YEARS AGO AND YET I WROTE A BOOK
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By “One People” Martin Townsend
There are a lot of people who have dreamt of writing the great American novel at some point in their lives. A lot of them try…even my rescuer and love Richard de Orizaba who is a journalist has tried. He has written four books and none have been published.
My story begins when Richard de Orizaba found me living with a tribe of native Brazilian Americans in the jungle. I was nineteen although I didn’t know it because in that culture where I was raised numbers didn’t mean anything. We didn’t know how to count…so that to us it was one, one more and many. The numbers didn’t exist and even my name reflected it: “One People”.
At age five my parents were killed by land speculators who saw them as a threat because they were proselytizing to the native Indians. They were complaining and protesting the burning of Indian lands and the ruthless bastards did away with them and most of the residents of this tribe living on the banks of the Xingu river settlement which is one of the tributaries to the Amazon river; a village of the Kapayo Indians.
The book was titled “I was a god” and it tells of Martin’s life as the adored, worshiped blond gift to the tribe; brought to them by the old women survivors of the burnt out village downriver. I was always referred to the others as the “blond jungle cat” or in the Portuguese: “onça loura” and I had the status of a chief or high ranking tribe member. I always remained behind and never went on the hunts nor did I help the women with the food preparation. I was actually waited on hand on foot and at times was referred to as a Chief or Cacique and also a God. I called myself “One People”
My tribe spoke Palikur, an Arawakan language of South America, spoken by only 1200 people in Brazil and French Guiana. Palikur is a polysynthetic language with predominantly SVO word order.
Our diet is perhaps one of the most varied and rich in proteins and fruits; there are all the usual jungle animals caught and consumed by the natives along with the fish from the rivers. One of the most important staples if the farinha de manioc which is extracted from a root and cooked in communal pots. Our good health has been attributed to the diet which also includes the GRAVIOLA or as it is known in other places: the soursop. It is attributed with many beneficial qualities including the prevention of cancer. Of all the Indians in the Amazon scientists have found out that our tribe has one of the most impressive longevity percentages, oftentimes our elders live to be close to the century mark in relatively good health.
GRAVIOLA
Family: Annonaceae
Genus: Annona
Species: muricata
Common name: Soursop, Graviola, Brazilian Paw Paw, Corossolier, Guanabana, Guanavana, Toge-Banreisi, Durian benggala, Nangka blanda, Nangka londa
Part Used: Leaves, Seeds, Fruit*
Maita, the woman who raised me was considered also the mother of the God and had as a result many special privileges in our tribe.
I think that one of the reasons that my book had such appeal was that it exposed the sharp contrast between what is considered “normal sexual behavior” in western culture as opposed to what my native tribe practiced without the ordinary hang ups and guilt.
It also brings to the attention of the reader that homosexuality is something you are born with and not learned or forced upon you. When I claim that homosexuality is something that is not an acquired taste or a chosen way of life I can assure you that this so because I was the example of someone who was homosexual from a very early age. I don’t want to hear that it is conditioning in early childhood as my parents must have been missionaries who despised homosexuality, nor was it the Indian culture. I was born queer and queer I remain. My manner of speaking is mellow and gentle; the amount of attraction for other males is very obvious as is my attraction to Richard. I kept looking at him in the most alluring and sexual way, body language is almost the same for all human beings and I was demonstrating it as I looked at Richard.
Choro the gatherer was one of my suitors
The other one was Haipú, the warrior
This is me living in the civilized world
These are my people:
Here are some passages from the book:
I was handsome to excess by any standard. Towering over six feet in height, which was way above the norm for the men of the tribe who were no taller than five feet and I was very anatomically proportionate, with very fine and attractive features. There were two more clues about me; I wore a cross that had come with me and which my mother had given me, as well as the fact that I was circumcised, in contrast with the Indians who are not.
I had reached the age where I had to take a wife or two as the tribe practices polygamy but not having any cousins to marry I was still single. I planned on taking a husband instead.
To clarify that; all the men lived in a large house in the compound and often took younger males for their sexual release; these would grow older and then take wives of their own. Because of my status in the tribe, I had that option or also had the option as do the wives of the chieftains to take a husband, chosen from the pool of unmarried men in the tribe whenever the wife of a chief became a widow. In other words, I regarded myself as a female living in a male body. Sounds familiar? But here in the middle of the jungle there are no hormone injections nor is there makeup other than what they have used for thousands of years. It was also apparent that I was meticulous with my appearance and extremely clean, a sign of royal or divine standing among my tribesmen.
That is when Richard de Orizaba arrived at the riverfront village. It was instant love between Richard and me and I let him know that I wanted to choose him as a husband. Richard told me that would not be a good idea since he had to leave the tribe and would not be a permanent companion. Then I asked him if I would at least be his companion until such time he had to leave. In other words, I wanted to fuck.
That presented one problem: There were also two very handsome tribesmen who wanted One People (me) as a wife. One was a warrior and the other a gatherer and both were young, handsome and strong. One People explained to Richard that he had to challenge them and it would be done in a wrestling ceremony men participate in called huka-kuka or wrestling match. Richard, being taller and stronger and having been in his high school wrestling team kind of welcomed the challenge
The following day, the wrestling match took place. Richard faced the first opponent who was the gatherer and easily defeated him. However, when it was time to fight Haikú, the hunter, things were a bit more difficult. To begin with, Richard was a bit tired from the previous bout, and then the fact that Haikú was a very strong young man did not make things easier. The match started and the first thing that happened was that Richard got a bloody nose. This angered him and gave him more than an impetus to continue and even defeat his opponent. It was clear that Haipú was not going to let him defeat him as it would be disgraceful. As Richard was fighting him, he assessed the situation and pragmatically acted accordingly. He could have let him win or he could 
continue to fight him. Richard was getting tired and Haikú showed no sign of being weary.
This went on for about ten more minutes. When it was clear that it would be a draw, the chief interfered and stopped the bout. He raised both their arms as to declare it a tie. It was now up to One People (me) to make the choice. As Richard was very different from the men I was accustomed to, and surely I would find him more sexually appealing, I chose him. That night we were feasted like the feasts they conduct in the tribe when a marriage takes place. The feast would go on until all hours of the night and great amounts of some fermented liquid was consumed by all.
The dancing and singing was exuberant and it would not be long before both of us would retire to a remote part of the jungle where a make-shift honeymoon shack had been erected just for the purpose. It was fabulous. My eagerness to provide pleasure was incredible…and I had plenty of experience sexually satisfying the older men of the tribe. It was as if I was worshiping Richard as a god or something to that extent. I was passionate and had such fresh, young flesh I think Richard almost felt guilty taking me all to himself. I mostly felt sorry for Haikú who wanted to fuck me so bad that he was willing to wrestle Richard and face humiliation. I figured that since it was a tie that once Richard was gone Haikú would claim what is rightfully his
First Richard caressed me until my body was slithering and sliding in response to his attention. Then he started to lick every inch of my body. He finally got down to my circumcised pecker and I shot my wad the minute he put his lips around the head. This did not slow me down or diminish the love making in any way. I was now just raising my legs and exposing my balls and giving him access to my asshole.
Bathing in the river before I surrendered my body to Richard
His ass licking would drive me crazy and it is not one of the traditional tribe love making procedures. It was very stimulating to me as I never thought about someone licking my asshole and also was not aware of the great pleasure this would give in me. Next to his tongue invasion of my hole, he slowly introduced his cock into me. My eyes were bulging with fear at the threat of being penetrated by such a large cock…easily twice as big as what the fellow tribesmen sported. So he bent over and kissed me to reassure me. Next he went down on me to give me some pleasure and also to distract me. I started to like it and seemed to be tolerating the pain. Eventually, the pain I was feeling turned to pleasure and I started making noises like a woman does when she is climaxing. 
They were short spurts of a feminine voice: “ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah” and so forth; until these became louder and faster. I was having an anal orgasm
Our honeymoon lasted for as long as Richard was living at the village with the tribe; it never cooled off nor did it seem to wane in the least. I think that I was as hot a sex partner as the first day we fucked in the honeymoon shack. I could not get enough of his dick up my ass, it was morning, noon and night and he would suck me off each and every time. I would reward him with the most delicious man-juice extract no fruit in the jungle could even begin to match.
The end of Richard’s stay was near and then American Consulate in Belem contacted him. The idea was that they should search the records for lost missionaries and something remarkable happened. Word was sent with a messenger down river with a letter to search to see if in the area there were missionaries who had a young child and were reported missing. The answer came back just in time two days before Richard's departure. Richard explained to me the implications and that I had an aunt named Martha who lived in Sacramento and that my parents had been killed by land raiders seeking to take away the Indians’ land back in the mid eighties. The consul had written a letter explaining that the boy’s parents appeared to be religious fanatics and that they had drifted away from the mother’s sister in Sacramento as they became more militant in their religious pursuits. They gave up their jobs, sold the house and gave the money to the church and departed for Brazil on a mission to convert the Indian populations. The last any civilized person had seen them was back in Manaus when they took a small boat that would carry them to the Xingu river area.
Richard presented the option to me and now I had a Christian name: Martin Townsend, born in Sacramento, California in August 1982. I could go back with him and he could hand me over to the American Consul and make the long voyage where my aunt Martha was waiting for me. I accepted and returned with Richard. I stayed in Macapá until Richard was able to make all the arrangements for this trip, civilize me a little, dress me, etc. I had never been to a city and had never laid eyes on anyone wearing clothes. The automobiles totally terrified me and I could not understand the concept. It was a big adjustment for me.
The curious thing was when Richard took me to buy clothes. I invariably would go to the women’s section and wanted the brightest and loudest colors. I had to tone down my taste to make me more palatable for Aunt Martha.
Curiously, I totally fell in love with the concept of shopping...I even became sad when we had to leave the store and thought I didn't get enough clothes and shoes...yes, shoes, even if they hurt my feet and it would be another year after moving to Sacramento when I was finally able to wear shoes on a regular basis...but that didn't stop me from wanting to own many pairs.
Richard made several phone calls from his house in Macapá and explained to Martha that I was born gay and had been living in the wild of the jungle so she should not expect much and have disappointments. Soon my passport arrived and I was off to Manaus where I would catch a flight for Miami and then on to California. Martha even agreed to fly to Miami to meet me. Richard even went to Manaus to make sure I was on the plane and to reassure me. It was a bitter sweet parting for us because I got to fall in love with Richard; as he says that I was tender, a good lover and was devoid of the pettiness of the rest of the world. I had few hang ups and he was so happy with him
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