She was, she said, still mulling all this around two in the morning. Even if this was no big deal. Nerves, that's all, she supposed. His nerves.
Only wasn't a real woman supposed to make even a pork chop pop? Get its primal thing done? Get a man up--waay up--and away? And he was a man, after all.
The Movement always said that the one and only cause for the world's unhappiness, and all the world's problems, was a man's animal nature. If only a man could spend his life, quietly, unaroused. That he couldn't stop himself from getting up caused world wars since Helen of Troy.
So...what would The Movement make of this man? After all, she was beautiful. And he had told her so, and many were the times too.
He listened to her talk of her gay friend with interest. He thought that, secretly, she always imagined she could get any guy going. Any guy--even a gorgeous gay.
After all, her gay friend had told her how beautiful she was. Hadn't he? Many times.
Ins and Outs on the Ups and Downs that include some Notes on the Cut, Thrust and Parry that is part of the Great Game--Sexual Politics. And encompassing too Single Men and Women and the Pleasures of Youth.
