Zhang Guorong's Journey with Male Homosexuality (1)

When I was ten years younger, I was fortunate enough to read Wang Xiaobo's novels, especially "The Silent Majority," which explores the various reasons for the silence of these people. Some lacked the ability or opportunity to speak, while others had hidden reasons that made it inconvenient to speak.

I won't repeat myself here, but I feel it's necessary to mention that there is a group in the world that faces discrimination and even hatred—homosexuality, especially the large male homosexual group.

What I'm about to tell is a story about a homosexual. Long ago, I discovered the peculiar place of Hong Kong, where homosexuality was a crime, punishable by imprisonment, before 1990.

The famous Cantonese opera star, Ren Bai, had two women who depended on each other for most of their lives. In the end, Ren Jianhui was still buried as a concubine alongside her nominal husband. If this was unacceptable in Hong Kong at the time, how much more so in mainland China? No wonder the gay novel "Beijing Story," published in the 1990s, also had reservations.

Of course, I'm not writing about these two lesbians in a beautiful love story here, but about the story of a man's homosexuality, the famous gay man Leslie Cheung.

Frankly, I greatly admire Mr. Cheung's courage to defy public opinion and be the first in the Chinese entertainment industry to openly declare his homosexuality. If it were me, my family would have been furious before I went public. Admittedly, I am not gay; I'm referring to my lifelong commitment to remaining single and childless. My family is now suffocating me because I know I must submit to their tyranny and obey their deeply ingrained traditional values. Based on this, I feel greatness for Mr. Cheung, admiring his courage, boldness, and perseverance—qualities worthy of our emulation. That's why I wrote "Leslie Cheung's Journey into Gay Life."

The essay was rewritten several years ago, based on a novel, but I've forgotten the author—apologies. Again, the essay is a rewrite of someone else's work; I merely added my own embellishments.

A few days ago, while cleaning my room, I found my old manuscript. I'm now copying it word for word online. This is just for reading purposes and has absolutely no innuendo; I'm not that bored.

Therefore, to clear myself of any suspicion, I've written this passage to praise Mr. Leslie Cheung:

A tribute to Mr. Leslie Cheung: You were an artist with a distinct personality. You were brave and sincere because you dared to openly admit to being gay, bringing unexpected good news to countless women living in darkness.
As a star and a heartthrob, you endured so many years of complex and conflicted emotions, finally daring to passionately confess your love for a man at your 1997 concert. That was because you deeply loved your sexual partner, remaining steadfast for so many years, yet unable to resist physical needs. Your reason battled with desire; you struggled in the vortex of morality and depravity. In that heartfelt song, "The Moon Represents My Heart," you unintentionally gave a powerful cry to those hiding in the shadows.

This outcry is a merciless lash out at society, a silent indictment of the world, and a yearning for a better life! Thought-provoking, soul-stirring—you are truly a great artist of the century! When

the first

doorbell rang, Tang Hede was already slowly thrusting into Leslie Cheung, gripping his slender waist. He ignored the ringing, instead penetrating even deeper.

Leslie Cheung cooperated by pressing his body down and lifting his buttocks, forming a beautiful arc, especially alluring from Tang Hede's angle and height.

Leslie Cheung's anus was now very lubricated. Tang Hede controlled the rhythm, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, feeling the effeminate, handsome man in front of him gradually lose strength, finally resigned to his fate, barely able to hold on as he was ravaged.

Tang Hede didn't care, still immersed in the pleasure of his penis rubbing against Leslie Cheung's anus and intestines. He could feel his excitement gradually building, soon reaching the edge of overflowing.

Tang Hede skillfully pressed Leslie Cheung's buttocks tightly against his, thrusting forcefully, stopping abruptly in the final sprint.

Streams of semen gushed out, accompanied by a comfortable groan.

Tang Hede carefully withdrew, removed the condom, checked for leaks, and tossed it into the trash.

He grabbed a cigarette and lighter from the bedside table and leaned against the headboard to smoke. Leslie Cheung lay limply beside him, his body still trembling slightly from the orgasm. His hair was disheveled and spread across the pillow, his exposed breasts flushed from Tang Hede's kneading, biting, and licking. He twisted his waist, slightly raising and tilting his thighs, a classic seductive pose.

Leslie Cheung was undoubtedly an expert at presenting his best self to the man he loved.

The doorbell rang again. Tang Hede frowned. He knew Leslie Cheung had many women in the past. Although he hadn't publicly acknowledged his homosexuality, he was still annoyed by this intrusion at this hour: "Who's so annoying!"

Leslie Cheung laughed, his naturally soft yet melancholic voice gently saying, "Go and see!"

Tang Hede didn't hesitate, immediately lifting the covers and walking naked to the door. He opened the door, startled to see who it was, then blurted out, "Damn, what are you doing here?"

Li Xiaotian, standing at the door, smiled: "Is Leslie here? Came here to try my luck."

Tang Hede stepped back to let him in, then turned and went into the bathroom. After showering, he came out to see Li Xiaotian leaning against the bedroom doorframe, chatting with Leslie Cheung.

Leslie Cheung didn't hesitate either, immediately lifting the covers and walking naked to the door. He opened the door and was taken aback when he saw who it was, then blurted out, "Damn, what are you doing here?"

Li Xiaotian, standing in the doorway, smiled and said, "You weren't home, so I came here to try my luck."

Leslie Cheung took a step back to let him in, then turned and went into the bathroom. After showering, he came out to see Li Xiaotian leaning against the bedroom doorframe, chatting with Tang Hede.

Tang Hede was still completely naked, with only a corner of a thin blanket draped over his hips. He was lying face down on the bed, elbows propped on the edge, smoking a cigarette.

Leslie Cheung snorted and walked over to put on his clothes. "Should I make room for you two?"
Lai Siu-tin ignored Leslie Cheung and said to Tong Hok-tak on the bed, "Sorry, I have something urgent to discuss with Liese. I hope I haven't interrupted your... fun."

(The climax is coming, and many actresses will make their appearances!)

Tong Hok-tak chuckled. "Oh, no, you've come at the perfect time. In fact, would you like to join us and have breakfast with us..." He paused deliberately. "

Lai Siu-tin grinned and shook his head. "No thanks."

The two went out and got into the car. Leslie Cheung then asked again, "What's the matter?"

"Why didn't you answer Shu-fen's call?"

"I was busy." Leslie Cheung rolled his eyes at him and focused on driving.

Leslie Cheung continued, "Um, where are we going?"

"The hospital."

"Hmm?"

"Ni Shibei."

Leslie Cheung frowned. "What trick is she playing this time?"

"Wrist-cutting."

Leslie Cheung shrank back. "Wow, she's got some nerve, isn't she afraid of pain!" He didn't seem worried at all, knowing that his manager must have sent Lai Siu-tin to ask him to go to the hospital. Since Lai Siu-tin could still flirt and chat with Tang Hok-tak so calmly, Shibei probably wasn't in any serious trouble.

Lai Siu-tin sighed in agreement. "Your mother has already gone to see her." He thought for a moment and continued, "Shibei is a nice person, and she cares about you so much, why don't you give it a try, maybe..."

Ni Shibei, a former model, became a couple with Leslie Cheung thanks to their collaboration on TV dramas like "Sweet Twenty-Four Flavors" and "Double Happiness."

In fact, when the media first broke their relationship, it received unprecedented praise from both the media and fans, and both families hoped the couple would get along well.

However, like many relationships in the entertainment industry, their romance "died in the spotlight." Six months later, the media learned they had broken up, and Ni Shibei, in a fit of anger, went to Taiwan. It wasn't

until Leslie Cheung came to Taiwan to promote his film "A Better Tomorrow"

that the gossipy reporters asked him if he was still in contact with Ni Shibei. To their surprise, Cheung, known for his outspokenness, replied, "We haven't been in contact for a long time!"

The news reached Ni Shibei like wildfire. Based on past experiences with his partners, she assumed Cheung was just saying it. Unexpectedly, Ni Shibei's fragile heart overreacted, and she attempted suicide at home, now resorting to death to protest against Leslie Cheung's heartlessness. This greatly annoyed and frustrated Cheung.

"Fine. Whoever loves or hates is responsible for their own actions. Her affairs have nothing to do with me."

"Your second brother didn't think that way back then."

"I only misjudged this one." Cheung scratched his hair impatiently. "Didn't you misjudge someone too? Just because you accepted her doesn't mean I should."

Li Xiaotian ignored his sarcasm and stopped the car. "If you're not going to the hospital, then get out. I'll take Anita Mui to Japan for a fan meeting later."

Cheung grinned. "Ah, be careful. What fan meeting? The main thing is the food, drinks, and fun afterwards."

Li Xiaotian looked at him suspiciously. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Don't I know all the ins and outs?" Cheung thought for a moment, then pulled his foot back from the car.
“How about this, I’ll do you a favor and go with Anita Mui to keep an eye on her for you.”

Li Xiaotian sneered. With Ni Shibei causing such a scene, Leslie Cheung definitely wouldn’t be able to stay in Taiwan these days. He knew perfectly well that Leslie was looking for a place to lay low.

“You can hide for a day, but you can’t hide forever.”

“Look at you, I love parties the most. The ‘Central Three Musketeers’ isn’t just a name, especially with food, drinks, and women.”

Just as Leslie Cheung had predicted, the fan meeting that Anita Mui attended was a huge affair, with her manager inviting many singers and music creators from the Hong Kong and Taiwan entertainment industry.

Although Leslie Cheung knew nothing about music at the time, it didn’t stop him from getting up and running around, and he made quite a few friends in two days.

On the last day, the organizers booked an entire hotel lobby to host a banquet for all members. He leaned against a pillar, idly swirling his wine glass, while an unidentified woman smiled at him from time to time not far away. He had no doubt what she wanted, but her fashionable attire was exactly the same as Ni Shibei's. Although he hadn't found a suitable target tonight, he wasn't in the mood for a second round of lovemaking with Ni Shibei.

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