The Intimate Adventures of a London Eunuch II
My therapist tells me I’m in denial, and need to dig deeper. I get blind drunk before meeting him, the next time, and the whole thing is less than a roaring success. I’ve got too much time to think, but at least at home I can drink. The time after that, I ask him if he has a big cock. ‘How would you like me to answer that question?’ he says, nonplussed. There’s grime under his fingernails, and his hands are clammy when we shake. Experience, and I have a lot, tells me that he’s well hung. Virility as poor personal hygiene, or so goes my theory; the juices flowing, the loins proactive, and a concomitant distension of dick. ‘Do you want to see mine?’ I answer, parting my legs. I dared to look yesterday, but I knew what to expect, having been briefed by the doctors. Even so, it was a bit of a shock. I’m not going to lie. ‘How would you like me to answer that question?’ he says again, now leaning forward in his chair.
By Gavin James Bower.
Two Poems
On a June morning, wet
and weepy, I came back
to the broo:
its accordion of tones
and teeth, the wild eyes
of hirsute residents…
Most of us pretend
we don’t have to be here,
delivering a haughty hymn
of honeyed triumphs…
I’m accosted by Neil, his thinning
silver hair and evocative paunch,
cast a hostile shadow.
Come right this way Mr Pedersen…
By Michael Pedersen.
Leather-Bound Stories
Susana Medina and Derek Ogbourne ‘s short film Leather-Bound Stories will be screened at London’s Freud Museum on 17 February at 7pm. It will be followed by a talk between the two directors and 3:AM‘s Richard Marshall, who has described the film as “unmissable, mesmerizing, totally unique”. You can book here. Here’s the press release: […]