Her T-Shirt
By Dave Oprava.
Her t-shirt read, “Fuck you, you fucking fuck!”
I was hoping it wasn’t her usual come-on, but I had to be careful, I have made this mistake before. Taking her by the hand I pulled her into the men’s toilet. How dare she show herself off to other men like that? Before she kicked me in the balls she said, “You are such a fucking queer.” She’s not right you know, I’m not, you know, queer. But there is just something about her. I can’t lose sight of her. Like last week, I tried to put my hand on her shoulder. She spun around she bit my ear saying, “Get a fucking clue you bastard, fuck off.” It is not like I am a stalker or anything. I just go the same places she does. I was following her the other week and without thinking I walked into the women’s changing room at the town pool. Twenty naked nipples of all shapes and sizes stared at me in pointed disbelief. She said, “You asshole creep, go…to…hell!”
At least that time it wasn’t her that hit me, It was someone’s grandma with flobby bits down to her knees. I mean, I could see her naked anytime I wanted, I live right next door to her. A peek every now and then never hurt anyone; however, I do have some scruples. The truth of the matter is that I keep making a jerk off of myself. It’s just my way. I mean well, but that isn’t enough for her. I try to make amends, but her t-shirt says all I need to know. Like I said, I have made this mistake before. But I can’t help myself, I mean, she is my little sister after all.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Dave Oprava is the kind of guy who subverts the dominant paradigm in twenty different ways before he even brushes his teeth in the morning. He has been there, seen some of that, and tried a little of everything on his plate. At presthe moment he presents the facade of a normal, stable father of two and devoted husband; however, what lurks underneath, no one knows…
First published in 3:AM Magazine: Sunday, August 5th, 2007.
