by side; I liked to be on top and I moved real slow, real
deliberate, using every muscle in me, so I could feel him
hurting— you know that melancholy ache inside that deepens
into a frisson o f pain? — and I could tease every bone in his
body until it was ready to break open, split and the m arrow ’d
spread like semen. I could split him open inside and he never
had enough. I had an appetite for him; anything, I’d do
anything, hours or days. In my mind, I wasn’t there for him so
much as I was the same as him. I could feel every muscle in his
body as if it were mine and I’d taunt each muscle, I’d make it
bend and ache and stretch and tear, I’d pull it slow, I’d make it
m ove toward me so much it w ould’ve come through his skin
except I’d make him come before his skin’d burst open. I didn’t
have no shyness around him and I didn’t have to act ignorant
or stupid because he wasn’t that kind o f man who wanted you
to overlay everything with the words o f a fool like you don’t
know nothing. Some was perverse according to how these
things are seen but that’s a concept, not a fact, it’s a concept
over people’s eyes so much you wish they would go blind to
get rid o f the concept once and for all. It’s how the law makes
you see things but we were different. We were inside each
other; a fact; wasn’t perverse; couldn’t be. We turned each
other inside out and it binds you and there w asn’t nothing he
did to me that I didn’t do to him and w e’d talk and cook and
roam around and drink and smoke and w e’d visit his friends,
which wasn’t always so good because to them I was this
something, I didn’t understand it but I hated it, I was this
something that came into a room and changed everything.
There were these guys, mostly fighters, anarchists, some
intellectuals, and when I came into the room everything was
different. I was his blood and that’s how we acted, not giggly
or amorous, but I think I was just this monstrous thing, this
girlfriend or wife, that is completely different from them and
cannot talk without making them mad or crazy, that cannot
do anything but ju st must sit quiet, that does not have any
reason to be in the room at all, not this room where they are,
only some other room somewhere else to be fucked, sort o f
kept like a pet animal and the man goes there when he’s done
with the real stuff, the real talk, the real politics, the real w ork,
the real getting high, even the real fucking— they go somewhere together and get women together to do the real
fucking, they hunt down women together or buy wom en
together or pick up women together to do the real fucking;
and then in some one room somewhere hidden aw ay is the
w ife or girlfriend and she’s in this sort o f vacuum, sealed
aw ay, vacuum packed, and when she comes out to be
somewhere or to say something there is an embarrassment and
they avert their eyes— the man failed because she’s outside—
