kristen and i are in a bowling alley, seated in the scoop bottom bucket seats, we place our feet on the rim of the mechanized ball returner, the place from which our balls return. perhaps rushdie will take note of the balls beneath her feet.
i turn my head to look at kristen as we both sit there so demurely surveying the empty space, lanes, stations, shoe return, before us. i turn and say to her, won’t it be strange when we marry and both of us are woods? kristen returns my gaze in slight surprise, thinking to herself how she had never thought this before. consideration perhaps past due, i reply to the look, and really most of my concern is on the name. michele wood?, she asks me. kristen wood, i hedge in return. yes?, she says. personally, i quibble, i dislike my own last name already but wood is somehow even worse. is it possible?, she laughs. well honestly, i say, do you look forward to being kristen wood? maybe, she says, past laughing now. heh, i say, heh.
gene and elijah walk down the stairs towards us carrying sodas and laughing at something humorous the other has just said. freeze.
a slumbering denial wakes in me and even as my real eyes open to roll backwards and look at the vaguely startled frozen tableau in my dream, my mouth turns inside around to speak. come on, it says, he’s almost completely surely gay. do inside out words travel down the larynx or just up to float in front of nether looking eye cavities? this dream is bogus either way, i tell myself. i don’t care, the seated me next to kristen answers, there’s something delicately fragile about him which makes me want to tie him up and leave bite marks on his ass. you’re disturbed, my mouth says as my eyeballs roll on their own in disgust. catching flashes of my darkened bedroom, i decide it’s probably best just to nip this in the bud by waking up. dream me stands up as the lights in the bowling alley begin to go out. hands on hip, you know i’m right, she mutters out. and in. and out.
for the last time, gene is NOT GAY. so what if he listens to duncan sheik.
No, but he is so delicately fragile. Go easy with the bite marks, you might hurt him.
hahahaha
You girls are funny. Gene is not gay and he is not fragile.
How many gay guys do you know carry a leatherman with them EVERYWHERE? I think he even takes his leatherman to the shower.
i think gene is the only gay guy i know who does that.
gah! secret’s out. and so is he.
How many gay guys do you know who carry a leatherman with them everywhere?
Well, I don’t know about carry. Certainly bring, though. And I would imagine that any gay guys who bring their leathermen to the Folsom Street Fair would probably not hesitate to bring them to the shower as well.
for the last time, jacob is NOT GAY.
Gene gay. Jacob not gay.
Okay, I think I’ve got it straight now.
Er.
wellll…okay, he IS gay. jacob is.
elijah not gay, gene gay, jacob gay. you people and your deliberate obtuse-ness.
No, no.
Elijah not gay. Jacob not gay. Gene gay. This sounds right so far, but was Jacob the fragile one?
okokok
i guess you are right. i just do not get it though. I have known gene since freshman year of highschool and lived with him for six months in germany. i always thought he would be open about his life. I guess I just do not know the guy. But it all makes sense now. I remember, every night of the week when he was in munich i would be like “hey gene, lets go out, have some drinks, and pick up on some girls.” gene would be like “no, i think i’ll stay in the flat and cruise the internet.” and i was like “you bastard!”
For the record, the posession of Duncan Sheik Albums does not directly correlate to one’s sexual proclivities…although I have every one of his albums and I’ve seen him in concert. 😉
I’m not gay, but Duncan will forever be my favorite sheik.
Gene also really likes Vertical Horizon.
i got both my sara mclachlahclachlan albums from him. shouldn’t that be the final nail in his coffin of gay?
i saw gene yesterday. a gayer man with muttonchops and in love with vin diesel i have yet to meet.
*sigh*