Today
From The Birth of Venus
I can’t stand watching others work while I sit--- though I was supposed to sit--- so I hauled heavy boxes and my share of driving to and from apartments…and wrote what was remembered as I hauled boxes:
I.
I was at the peak of my drinking career.
I was already drunk.
Chip just finished with her classes while I didn’t even bother coming to class. It didn’t matter because I went to her classes. Serious stuff: Law.
We already had a couple of beers and Armand (Chip’s Puta-Red car) was crawling unsteadily. Chip and I were hysterical with laughter. On a whim, we decided to go to Brewery in
We were speeding through Katipunan while I applied make-up…all the while bubbling with drunken giggles.
Stoplight. Red. Stop!
I asked Chip, “How’s my make-up?”
“Don’t ask me! Dunno. Ask the boy-toy in the Miyata.”
I glanced to my right and there he was: a green Miyata with a delicious boy-toy. I rolled down the window, knocked on his window. He rolled down his window, inquiring with a smile designed to knock off panties.
“How’s my make-up?” I asked.
“It’s beautiful…You’re beautiful,” he said.
“Thanks!” I bubbled.
Stoplight. Green. Go!
Chip and I sped away laughing.
II.
It was a Thursday. We just finished the race, last, in the annual Regatta at the Makati Boat Club. Three cars trailing behind each other in the manic JP Rizal stretch.
All of us were bitter.
All of us were drunk.
Drunk and silent, we impatiently mumbled about the traffic jam. Then Grover blasted the volume to this dancing beat. He did the honking trick.
That did it.
Simultaneously all twelve doors opened and we all got out.
We danced--- in the middle of cars, curses, and laughter. We danced and laughed, for how long--- we didn’t care.
The cars in front started moving. We scrambled towards nearest cars, exchanging cars, drivers, seas, companions.
We were happy losers.
III.
I was with a man celebrating another month of love. We decided to come back to Insomnia, where we first revealed hidden desires.
Insomnia was almost empty, dark.
We sat in high-backed chairs, facing each other…while Pinky Amador was screeching at the DJ to “pump up the volume!” We were oblivious to everything but each other. I spoke to him of wanting with my eyes as I looked at him over the brim of the wine glass. He sat there, knees supporting hands that cradled his face. A face concentrated on my eyes. I watched as he trailed fingers on his lips.
We were completely alone.
He took the wine glass and carefully placed it on the floor. Then he trailed fingers on my knees, reaching under my skirt for my black panties. He slowly pulled it down. He placed it inside his pocket.
He reached for me and slowly knelt until he bowed and licked my open thighs. Slowly he licked me.
I exhaled.
I was breathing harder and faster until I felt as strong, prolonged thrust of his tongue.
I couldn’t breathe.
Then I felt him kiss my thighs.
I looked at him with sleepy, languid eyes.
And I smiled.
Today
Heh heh morning miyama kamusta? Cant even remember the ones I sent to you. If some trippy 6er comes up, will pass it around.
Kristeta! Ah, such buttercup-labrador-joy: I want to kiss you&hug you![I missed you!] hahaha. You had 2: ‘firs date’ where did i park the car; ‘gone chinese’ this is no twhat i ordered. A service brought to you by your bitchy neighborhood elephant memory. Hahaha. Still writing&it’s driving me crazy. You?
Hahah get back to you later. Got boxes to move.- your friendly neighborhood cargador.
Hahaha. Ooh, macho proletariat stuff! Flex those biceps and careful not to pull old bones (while singing ‘you make me come’ (heave) you make me come(heave)plete. You make me come(heave)plete(heave)ly(grunt)miserable. Later. ;)
That’s some groover. I’ll teach that to the boys hehe. Later!
Time: what a marvelous loop of boxes moving on their own from
The Birth into The Virus.
And I had asked:
What do you love most about me?
And he had said:
Your brain.
And I had said:
Perfect answer.
Now all you have to do is fuck my brain.
Then I can love you.
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