It’s Sunday morning. I’m horny. I need to hook up right away. I install a new app on my iPhone. Twenty minutes later I’m having multiple conversations. Two hours later I’m on the number 4 bus heading east on Sunset. Ten minutes later I’m in Echo Park. He picks me up in his Prius and drives me to his house in the hills. He does not look anything like his picture but that’s okay. He is athletic, clean, friendly.
YES I HAD TOLD HIM THAT I LIKE TO WATCH
NO HE HAD TOLD ME THAT I COULD NOT FILM HIM
He offers me wine and opens something red and expensive. We drink.
I EXERCISE GREAT CAUTION WITH STRANGERS
I ONLY ACCEPT DRINKS FROM SEALED BOTTLES
He has the kind of house that only a person with a real job has. Renovated. Art directed. Furniture that costs money. Designer dogs with designer collars.
HE IS INTUITIVE AND CAN READ MY THOUGHTS
HE TELLS ME THAT HE IS NOT GAY
We drink a little more. Slowly. Warming up. Making chit-chat. Chitty-chit-chat. You work here. I work there. Breaking the ice blah blah blah.
WE ARE KINDRED SPIRITS EXHIBITIONISTS VOYEURS
WE SENSE THAT WE CAN TRUST EACH OTHER
For money I used to dance for men. For money I was paid to watch men play with their penises and get themselves off. This all happened a very very long time ago.
TODAY I AM STILL VERY MUCH ATTRACTED TO THIS PERVERSION
For money he used to dance for women. For money he was paid to watch women play with their pussies and get themselves off. This all happened a very very long time ago.
TODAY HE IS STILL VERY MUCH ATTRACTED TO THIS PERVERSION
THE SHOW BEGINS HE TELLS ME TO WATCH
HE STANDS AND STRIPS NAKED FOR ME
He touches himself. I touch myself. We take it to opposite ends of the couch. Reclining. Naked. Hairless. Eyes locked on faces and genitals. One toe brushes the other and that is all. I come three times.
I SAY HOW DO WE WANT TO END THIS
DO YOU WANT TO FUCK
HE SAYS SPIT ON MY BALLS
I come again and wait for him.
MARGIE SCHNIBBE
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Margie Schnibbe 