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                      Mutualists are men who give as good as they get. A mutualist
                  does not take another man’s sex Energy and leave him feeling as if
                  he’d spent the night playing dildo to a vampire. Mutualists, who
                  are negotiable, who that night can switch both top or bottom,
                  might best clip their keys close to their belt buckles and let the
                  keys hang down to rest along their flies.

                  Mutualist ads began appearing in Maneuvers. Kick composed one of
               the earliest which was, I’m sure, the essence of all the kinds of games they
               played. He handed it to Ryan.


                      ARMSTRONG! MALE ARMS! BIG GUNS! Feel them:
                  thick, big arms, muscle-bulked heavily from sweaty workouts;
                  their huge girth sported in a tee shirt, or subtly concealed by
                  shirtsleeves of well-washed flannel stretched across their mass,
                  now stripped to reveal mounds of baseball biceps cabled with
                  vascularity, and thick horse-shoe triceps, growing bigger before
                  your eyes, the pump of each successive flex further expressing the
                  disciplined power of the life force that built them. With those
                  BIG GUNS lifted high in full frontal display of arm muscle, feel
                  them again. Feel the density of each striation as it’s gathered down
                  into the depths of muscle armpits rich with the heavy male scent
                  of bodybuilder muscle sweat. After a bit of smoke and a hit of
                  popper, if you find your nose exploring the depths of those pits,
                  if you can take that big muscular arm in one hand and your dick
                  in the other and discover that between the stroking of the two
                  you’re cuming then we’re both gonna have fun! I’m on my way
                  to the gym now. If BIG-GUNS rap-n-jackoff make you break
                  into a sweat you can’t cool off by yourself, drop a line to me,
                  ARMSTRONG. c/o Maneuvers.

                  “How do you like my ad?” Kick asked Ryan.
                  “I like it fine. I think I’ve answered it every night.”


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                  Solly Blue once dubbed the Manifesto as The Gospel according to Saint
               Ryan. “You want to live and die as the patron saint of faggots.”
                  “Can’t I be the Gay Pope?”
                  “Don’t be redundant,” Solly said. “The problem in any movement is

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