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Friday, July 25, 2008

She Has Two Men

One a very nice man.

Available for all the major holidays, her birthday, family gatherings.
Pays for dinners, baseball and movie tickets.
Brings her flowers, wine, candy. Opens the car door.
Calls every few days to say “hello, how are you? How was your day?”

He makes love to her by the numbers, with sensual yet technical skill.
He has found some of the sweet spots:
the side of her neck just below the ear, the back of her knees, the dark areolas which crown her nipples, and the tender taint between her vagina and anus.
Though he has read all the books, he still can’t quite stroke or lick or suck in just the right way.

And he wants to make love, she wants to fuck.

Eager to see him go, she never asks him to stay, tells him no when he asks.
He pulls on pants, combs his hair, kisses her goodbye.
She showers, changes the bed linens, removing all trace of his scent.

He is financially stable and worries about nothing at all. Asks no questions, entertains no dark thoughts. He is pedestrian, suburban, center-of-the road, totally devoid of any passion, filled with a stubborn naiveté, and completely lacking any imagination.
He is a very nice man.

The other is complicated.

Sometimes dark and brooding, wallowing in a sinister, pessimistic view of the day and the future. Sometimes light-hearted, making puns and giggling. Always passionate and intense. No half measures – it is all or nothing. He is often broke, lives from day-to-day. Lacks financial and mental stability. His imagination runs away from him and he stays up until all hours of the night, worrying, wondering, writing, drinking. He sleeps it all off during the day.

She comes to him at his place and he keeps her up till 4AM. They talk, argue politics, art, philosophy. They listen to opera – he exclaiming over the intricate triad of baritone, tenor, soprano. She clutches her hands to her throat, her heart, sighs with fear and longing. She knows the lovers in the opera will come to no good end.

Afterwards, they fuck wildly, forcefully, unafraid of lust, desire. Whisper rough words to each other. Satiate themselves with each other over and over again until they must stop – before she is bruised too badly, before he is rubbed too raw, because they have nothing left. Neither is gentle with the other until they are done; then they stroke each other’s faces momentarily before turning away, apart, exhausted.

They fall asleep in a tangle of condom wrappers and sheets stained with lubricating gellee, bodies slick with juice and sweat. They sleep long and hard, his back presses against her breasts, her knee rests on his buttocks.

Later in the week she sees the nice guy. He has bought tickets to the ballgame. She asks him questions about the game, he answers patiently, crack jokes, then meekisly explains the punch lines, even after she has laughed. He sees her home, sits next to her on the couch and executes what he knows to be the requisite sequence of foreplay moves, then carries her to the bedroom. She responds to his touch appropriately, until he thinks she is spent, but he is too gentle, too thoughtful to milk her through and through. He is tender and she responds in kind for he is a nice guy. Her hands move gently across his chest and down the inside of his thigh yet she feels no tenderness toward him – her movements are as technically accurate as his.

When he leaves, she strips the bed of its sheets, pours herself a glass of wine from the bottle he brought. Wine glass in hand, she lights candles and blasts opera on her stereo, weeping in the candlelight as the baritone and soprano tangled in love, lust, and deceit, reach their apex and tear each other apart.


Blogger boneman said...

they all three like opera?
We can build on that...
no, wait.
We can't.
If 'gentleman' gets wind of wild man' then he'll flounder away, forever sure he was bested by wild
....but, of course, to keep the tragedy going, 'wild man' finds out about the other and throws a tantrum, gets pist drunk and heads off into Oakland, where he gets a beating, mugged, and, even though he's soused to the gills, he's pretty sure they raped him, too.
He's a mess, but, hitching back to the city. Gentleman sees him, and it's a breath of, 'oh, what the hell' and picks him up.
They talk about being with someone, but, totally miss that it's the same gal.
Instead of Cecily and Gwendolyn, the Pigeon sisters from the odd Couple (Walter Mathau and Jack Lemmon) ((I think there was a line like, "our friends call us the Bird Sisters" or something....),so, hmmmm.
Maybe not.

Then again, yeah.
You can end it with her crying in the dark.
(But, what a dark!)

This from your 'recent works'? Nice, it is.
Nevermind the silliness from me....I got to hanging with a group of writers all linked through Gibraltar.
OK, well, hey!
I had a brain fart, but, here's the thing.
The grabbing the bull is from Steve's church (it's where I started blogging. Whee, lots of fun, week-end blogger) and now we have net at home (no where near as fast, but, how fast IS a word, anyway?)
Painting stuff is at the top of the bull blog (don't listen to Sis, she has no idea....she thinks I have twenty blogs.
Well, I did, but, not really. It's a trick, sort'a. Like youtube, if you have an account, it's called a blog) or you can trace back with the breadcrumb method (this avatar is the painter/writer,tunesmith...)(dang! forgot about that song. Tunesmith)

well, you know, with the other stuff, too.

The one had to go, and gee, why waste a perfectly good blog when I could sully the name of politicians EVERYWHERE!?
oh, I'm kidding.
No, I'm not.
I heard Bogs, and by God, Florida and Indiana are two of the reasons we've been under the thumb of an idiot for seven years!
But, screw that. politics.
Danged if that wasn't George Carlin, wasn't it?

That's 'poli' as in many and tics, a blood sucking parasite.

Tailcast (those folks from Gibraltar)seems to have flocks (ha!) of writers, but, not always as good as you.

( you're 'Look! In the Sky!' but I'll change it back to Bird....)

July 25, 2008 9:21 PM  
Blogger boneman said...

yak yak yak yak

Really nice read there

it's all I had t'say

July 25, 2008 9:23 PM  
Blogger K9 said...

boydie! looks like the game plan for now is working out just fine..no need to do anything until somebody on the other end decides what they will or wont. doesnt look to me like a choice has to be made....enjoy the virtues of each...its actually ideal from my perspective. the dilemma from your point of view though is a lovely read.

i tried to call you last week. the number i had for you last time i was in SF is not in service. my number is still the same if you kept it. i will get to SF tomorrow. my girlfriends are at muir beach. id love to see you...i d really like to see your apartment and your neighborhood. ive been wanting to do a street fashion post for the longest time and i just know you are the right co pilot for the project.

give me a call and we will see whats what. i will treat you to lunch or dinner and/or cocktails. sound good?

July 26, 2008 9:58 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

ruff ruff ruff!

yes, my number has changed and i cannot find your's.

email me. birdstory1019@yahoo.com, of course!

eager to have a bird-dog reunion!

July 26, 2008 10:04 AM  
Blogger Polly said...

HI Bird,
It has been so long.
So long since we have shared a more intimate swap of feelings and things.

This post makes me want to swear. Jesusfingcrise..
I want you to take care of you..your heart, your head..but am so goddamed pleased you are back into it again..you deserve to have the melding of these characters to please both sides now.

Talk maybe. Talk.
The scene of the solving of all problems today, personal, political, etc is ;'
a table flanked by two chairs...

Talk to both.

love love love your writing.

July 26, 2008 7:35 PM  
Blogger Jack K. said...

As usual, WOW!!!!

You write with such clarity. You awaken the imagination.

The dichotomy you present is quite delicious, yet somewhat predictable. But, that is your style for the nonce.

I was tempted to respond with the cliche, you get what you ask for. However, that is much too pedestrian.

Your tale does give pause. What are the demons we carry with us? The ones we're too afraid to call out into the open. Perhaps the writing of a tale will help?

Just some thoughts. Please continue to...

Serve with integrity, care about those you serve and share the love in your heart.

PS: One of my students suggested that I add the following: Don't keep NO in your heart. An interesting thought.


Flap and swoosh

July 28, 2008 6:11 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

piece, bird!

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July 28, 2008 8:07 AM  
Blogger Bird said...

i've been revising this piece and it is posing quite some problems. i've stripped it down a bit - making it somewhat sparse (amazing how much extra verbiage i always have) - but the main dilemma is that its pace & interest slows down at the part where the main character returns to Mr. Nice Guy (this must be the "predictable" part Jack refers to). because Mr. NG is bland and boring, it's appropriate for the pace shift, but there has to be a way to convey the boring, the bland of that scene without the piece itself being boring and bland - and dragging. maybe more whittling of the language - making it sharp and clear...

/t. -thanks for the compliment. can you tell me specifically what you see as working in this piece? if you have the time.

boneman - all three do not like opera - just the complicated guy and the woman. Mr. NG is so devoid of passion - no way he could get into opera. but now i need to look at the piece and see if pronoun references are confusing.

polly - lovely to see you here. but relax a bit - remember - this is FICTION - yeah, sure, based losely on real-life observations and experience - but still - primarily fiction. actually, i am playing with form a bit - this should be a prose poem and i may change the stanzas so they are simply paragraphs. not sure yet.

appreciate the comments from everyone - k9 - i'll catch up with you in person - hahaha!

July 28, 2008 10:53 AM  
Blogger Jack K. said...

Prose poem. Never too late to learn.

With your explanation, things become a bit clearer.

Mr. NG probably should appear almost invisible.

Mr. Rough Guy (RG) comes across as an almost lovable Neanderthal. I think that is the image you want.

I'm not sure how to give a little more substance to Mr. NG, without making him lovable. Or, maybe that is what you wanted to do.

If so, is that your heroine's personal demon?

Just some thoughts.

Keep on keepin' on.

July 29, 2008 3:56 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

as you ask

the contrast
between nice man
and complicated man
and further contrasting
desires of the third party

the way you express it is powerful, poetic -- one senses these things more than 'understands' (or explains) them

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July 29, 2008 9:38 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

jack - ah - with my explanation - things become clearer - BUT, the whole idea for me as a writer is to not have to follow my work around explaining it - hahaha - so your comment is quite helpful. the piece needs to be sparser, yet mre detailed - convey the message i have to explain within the work itself.

/t. many thanks! your comment help as well. trying to sort out what has to change, what stays as it is and what goes in this piece.


July 29, 2008 10:36 AM  
Blogger K9 said...

maybe nice guy needs a firey bird to show him the way of passion.

shootin' for friday - i so want to see your world! and i would love to do a portrait of you as well. (if the lady agrees)

amazing mirco weather here at muir beach from sunlit brilliant to moody heathcliff edges. escaped to the woods shrouded in fog making greens appear greener and the world seem far away

July 29, 2008 8:10 PM  
Blogger Pete Bogs said...

hot perineum action! lol

how was NY? I was there 7/25-28...

August 05, 2008 4:04 PM  
Blogger Pete Bogs said...

Olympics blog up... come on by!

August 09, 2008 9:15 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

ah bird. I knew you still missed me.

August 27, 2008 12:46 AM  
Blogger Pete Bogs said...

where ya been? I'm not ready to say bye-bye birdie!

August 28, 2008 5:44 PM  
Blogger firebird said...

What is this? The story of my life?
Anyhow, since this is fiction--I would figure that the nice guy is critical to her life in that he makes her feel cared for.
We women need this as much as passion, sometimes.
Seems like the passionate guys are not very good at the "caring" part.
Course if I had to choose, guy #2 would be the one--gotta follow your heart! (gets hurt a lot, naturally)
...glad it's fiction, dear...

September 07, 2008 9:27 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...


what's this?!?

must be busy still
with her two men as this post is getting o-l-d...

hope yr havin' a great summer(!)

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