This is controversial science fiction time travel storytelling unlike what you may have encountered elsewhere. The story is set a couple of hundred years in the future when masculine gay male time-travel agents work for a top-secret agency codenamed MMDI (“Moon Men Deep Inside”) situated in
a deep underground base beneath the vast lunar crater Clavius.
The base is nicknamed Baja Clavius to signify “lower Clavius” or “beneath Clavius.” These young gay men whom you will meet in this storytelling are devious and deceitful. They are required by their employer, MMDI, to use deviousness and deceitfulness to succeed in the sexual manipulation of everyday men in the past on Earth who are not famous and whose names and personal actions never are preserved in any istory books.
The story you will read in Baja Clavius: Moon Men Deep Inside depicts overt sexual manipulation of ordinary men who lived in the past on Earth because they
played significant roles in determining crucial historic outcomes that went on to shape the very future of human civilization. The purpose of MMDI time travel is to change critical timelines in the past so that human civilization will not self-destruct.
You will encounter a world in Baja Clavius: Moon Men Deep Inside in which gay men work as timeline repair men using proven methods of male sexual manipulation. The MMDI time-travel agents are a top-secret society whose day-to-day jobs
help preserve and maintain human life and civilization.
Of course, this importance of gay men to human society in the fictionalized future depicted in Baja Clavius: Moon Men Deep Inside stands in vivid contrast with the reality we know on present day Earth where gay men are widely hated, marginalized and persecuted by straight people. In the fictionalized future you will encounter in Baja Clavius: Moon Men Deep Inside gay men show their valor and adaptability in
safeguarding the continuation of the human species.
This is controversial science fiction time travel storytelling unlike what you may have
encountered elsewhere.
The story is set a couple of hundred years in the future when masculine gay male time-travel
agents work for a top-secret agency codenamed MMDI (“Moon Men Deep Inside”) situated in
a deep underground base beneath the vast lunar crater Clavius.
The base is nicknamed Baja Clavius to signify “lower Clavius” or “beneath Clavius.”
These young gay men whom you will meet in this storytelling are devious and deceitful.
They are required by their employer, MMDI, to use deviousness and deceitfulness to succeed
in the sexual manipulation of everyday men in the past on Earth who are not famous and
whose names and personal actions never are preserved in any history books.
The story you will read in the full version of Baja Clavius: Moon Men Deep Inside depicts
overt sexual manipulation of ordinary men who lived in the past on Earth because they
played significant roles in determining crucial historic outcomes that went on to shape the
very future of human civilization. The purpose of MMDI time travel is to change critical
timelines in the past so that human civilization will not self-destruct.
You will encounter a world in the full version of Baja Clavius: Moon Men Deep Inside in
which gay men work as timeline repair men using proven methods of male sexual
manipulation. The MMDI time-travel agents are a top-secret society whose day-to-day jobs
help preserve and maintain human life and civilization.
Of course, this importance of gay men to human society in the fictionalized future depicted
in the full version of Baja Clavius: Moon Men Deep Inside stands in vivid contrast with the
reality we know on present day Earth where gay men are widely hated, marginalized and
persecuted by straight people. In the fictionalized future you will encounter in the full version
of Baja Clavius: Moon Men Deep Inside gay men show their valor and adaptability in
safeguarding the continuation of the human species.
“The Hitchhiker”
I am Las Vegas artist and storyteller Madeira Desouza. I created characters and situations for
stories told about that lunar base and the people who work there. I was inspired to tell these
fictional stories after he picked up a hitchhiker in Arizona.
I tried to deny this. Why? Because it was such an impossible situation. I also felt I would be
considered “crazy” if I told anyone about what had happened to me. No matter what, I could
not push the memories of what happened out of my mind even though I tried to do exactly
that.
Running Away
In 1990 I was driving westward by myself in my new sports utility vehicle packed with
boxes of my belongings. I had divorced my wife in New England and left quickly with boxes
of my belongings jammed into my 4X4. The experience was a desperate man running away
from considerable pain.
After crossing the wide-open spaces of America for several days I ended up driving to visit
the Grand Canyon. It was very early in the morning as I made my way through the vast
Navajo Nation, a Native American reservation spanning portions of the states of Arizona,
New Mexico, and Utah.
Emotional Trauma
Due to persistent nightmares brought on by the emotional trauma of my ending my marriage
so unexpectedly and leaving Massachusetts, I had not slept well the night before at the only
motel on that highway where tourists have no choice but to stay when they are visiting
Monument Valley Navajo Tribal Park. Well before dawn something in my dreaming abruptly
awakened me and I could not get back to sleep. So, I hurriedly checked out of the motel and
got behind the wheel of my 4×4 to continue driving westward. I was reeling from the fears
caused by dreaming about my impending death.
Cowboy Hitchhiker
My fears faded quickly when I was distracted by a young man hitchhiking on the side of the
road standing next to an old pickup truck. He wore tattered and dirt-stained cowboy attire
that suggested he had just survived a particularly rough journey. His tight blue jeans attracted
my attention as if he had intended for me to notice his crotch as I rounded a bend in the
highway. His cowboy hat caught the soft yellow light of sunrise in an eerie way that made
him look otherworldly.
Should I stop? Should I just drive by and let him stand there alone? I set aside all suspicions
and common sense regarding the obviously risks of picking up a stranger in a very isolated
area at an odd hour.
Vincent
I made the choice to stop driving and talk with him. He walked over to my SUV and spoke to
me through the open driver’s side window in what seemed to me to be an unfamiliar accent.
He told me his first name was Vincent. He had a Navajo surname and explained that he lived
there on the Navajo Reservation. This was the first face-to-face interaction I had with another
person in the four or five days I had spent on the road driving westward alone away from
New England.
He smiled with embarrassment as he told me he was out there alone so early in the morning
because his cousin’s pickup truck ran out of gas on his way from Kayenta. I knew where
Kayenta was. I had stayed overnight there in a roadside motel.
Powerfully Built
I evaluated him as he looked at me. I instinctively felt that this young man could easily
overpower me. He could punch me in the face with his large hands through the open driver’s
side window and then steal my 4×4 and all my belongings. But as I imagined the worst
possible outcome I saw him shake head in silence to indicate “no” as if he were assuring me
he would not hurt me.
I was intensely lonely after ending my marriage and driving by myself for several days.
Vincent was powerfully built and strongly masculine. I knew I was no match for him. I
glanced at his crotch involuntarily. I took a chance and invited him to get in my 4×4. When
he was seated next to me in the passenger seat, I was dazzled by how well he filled out his
blue jeans.
As we rode together in my SUV, he explained that he was headed to his cousin’s house in
Tuba City. Once again with embarrassment he smiled as he told me his destination was at
least an hour’s drive westward on that two-lane road. I was already heading in that direction.
He knew that. I knew he knew. There was nowhere else for me to go. I had made the choice
to stop and pick up this hitchhiker. Now I had to go with what was going to happen.
As a white man from “Back East,” I definitely felt out of synch with him. I concluded that
this young man was not what he claimed to be and that he had chosen to wait there by
Highway 160 at sunrise for some much larger purpose. I felt as I listened to him that Vincent
seemed to have been waiting there by the side of the road for me to arrive. He seemed to
know I was going to arrive that morning at a designated time.
Seeking Someone
He asked me what I considered were carefully-worded questions. He had apparently asked
others those exact questions several times before this morning. I felt that he was trying to
evaluate my willingness to listen to what he told me. I knew that he saw my glancing at his
crotch. Perhaps that convinced him I was someone who would spend time with him, listening
to what he had to say.
He talked about his work with me and I politely listened. He said he was traveling around the
Western States trying to find someone who would pay attention to him and help him. He said
he had met with a lot of rejection and indifference. He told me he believed he was
disregarded and dismissed by the people he talked to because he was an indigenous man.
His Agenda
As a result of conversation I found Vincent was seeking someone to reveal details about his
work. He never actually expressed things directly, but I gradually accepted that he might be a
time traveler. Why did I conclude that?
He had already told me that he was traveling around trying to get people to pay attention to
him. I used sarcasm when I said to him that I felt he had made the right choice in wearing
tight blue jeans if he wanted to attract attention. But I was being totally honest about the
impact his attire had on me erotically.
He laughed and put his large left hand on my right shoulder. At that moment I felt an odd
sensation that I can only call a “connection” to Vincent. I cannot explain what it was. He
merely touched my right shoulder. But the message I got from Vincent when he put his hand
on my shoulder was that he and I were supposed to meet that morning. I accepted that I was
“nobody” to him, but yet it seemed essential to him that I would arrive as I did on that lonely
two-lane highway and stop for him and listen to what he had to say.
Here are some possible answers I accepted as true that morning:
He had traveled from the future to interact with me, specifically, on that day at that exact
time.
He urgently wanted to convince me that I should tell people about his employer–a top-secret
time travel agency.
He was in danger of being killed by adversaries.
I convinced myself that meeting Vincent was all very straightforward and natural. I saw him
hitchhiking on the side of the highway. I stopped to give him a ride. And I listened to all that
he told me on the one-hour drive to his destination in Tuba City. He asked for my help to
reveal information about his employer.
Nothing else happened between us and I dropped him off in Tuba City. Vincent seemed very
smart and I believed he had drawn conclusions about me. For one thing, he obviously could
tell I felt sexually attracted to him. How could I not feel that way? Vincent was highly
masculine and had the vibe of being a natural and strong man who accepted how well he
drew the attention of other men to him. He may also have felt I was fantasizing on that drive
about getting naked together with him in a hotel room by the side of the highway.
This was a simple expression of one man’s sexual desire for another. I want him. I needed
him.
At that point in my life I was deep in denial about my feeling sexually attracted to men. Like
many others have also done, I had chosen to marry a woman so I could prove to myself and
to the world that I was straight. I was a liar. I had to admit that. I had to make changes in my
life. This one morning spending a short span of time with a Navajo named Vincent felt like
an awakening to me.
That is how Baja Clavius: Moon Men Deep Inside came to be. The book I wrote (no longer
in print) was based upon events in real life–an accidental meeting I had with a man from
another place and time.
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