"The Naivé Dream" (Doot)
"Asleep, he was a man's man . . . In an entirely heterosexual way."
"He had his way with scores of women, from next door to exotic lands and back around the globe. The newspaper would run articles on how many times he bedded, per week. There was a ceremony, at town hall, where the mayor gave him a skeleton key to every chastity belt in the city. It was a documented tradition in the law books that every girl was to be his before being legitimately wed."
"A company released a condom named in his honour; the local pharmacy used his name as code for prescriptions of birth control and boxes of morning-after pills; teenagers used his name as slang for everything from venereal disease to deviant sexual acts to the proverbial Casanova. There were televised dramatisations based on his life on the Feminist channel where it was a great triump to the gender as a whole to not allow him in for the night, once."
"He was invited to the White House to shake the President's hand, and to smoke a cigar and take a photo (he framed it and hung it over his bed, so each woman he had afterward could admire it). His boss committed suicide because his wife could love none other than him (he did it by overdosing on Viagra and shots of vodka--it was very symbolic). Pimps would, as he walked down the street, offer him books of coupons (he smiled politely and nodded, assuring them--with a sly wink--that he was in need of no such thing)."
"Asleep, he wasn't reaching the end of his sexual prime without ever having even kissed a girl."
Wouldn't it be so splendid if,
That you could let me pay,
You to allow me to,
Validate
my
manhood?
"He had his way with scores of women, from next door to exotic lands and back around the globe. The newspaper would run articles on how many times he bedded, per week. There was a ceremony, at town hall, where the mayor gave him a skeleton key to every chastity belt in the city. It was a documented tradition in the law books that every girl was to be his before being legitimately wed."
I'm just a boy, you know;
Just a virgin sacrifice in
Waiting; just a little less
Pathetic than dirt; just a
Laughingstocking for you
to put your
Christmas
candy
cane.
"A company released a condom named in his honour; the local pharmacy used his name as code for prescriptions of birth control and boxes of morning-after pills; teenagers used his name as slang for everything from venereal disease to deviant sexual acts to the proverbial Casanova. There were televised dramatisations based on his life on the Feminist channel where it was a great triump to the gender as a whole to not allow him in for the night, once."
Smile at me,
Smile at me,
SMILE AT ME!
. . . please?
"He was invited to the White House to shake the President's hand, and to smoke a cigar and take a photo (he framed it and hung it over his bed, so each woman he had afterward could admire it). His boss committed suicide because his wife could love none other than him (he did it by overdosing on Viagra and shots of vodka--it was very symbolic). Pimps would, as he walked down the street, offer him books of coupons (he smiled politely and nodded, assuring them--with a sly wink--that he was in need of no such thing)."
A kiss in the dark (don't tell),
Warmth and security, sex in beauty,
(Don't tell)--a taste, a scent,
This is it, the ascent,
What's that? Vertigo? (don't tell.)
"Asleep, he wasn't reaching the end of his sexual prime without ever having even kissed a girl."
Weak
knees
betray my naiveté . . .
posted by c.Jay Wrong at
12:13 AM
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