CHAPTER 26

I want to be free of the road.

-- The Wanderer

Michael. "Why do you frown when you look at me?"

"You make me uncomfortable." Adam gets out of bed and starts looking for his clothes.

"You seemed comfortable a few minutes ago when we were having sex."

"Then I felt like I could scale a mountain. Now I feel like I want to go sit in a corner. It's like a part of me has died. I felt like you have taken something."

"You know sometimes with sex, it takes you to the valley, and it takes you to the mountain. Maybe you didn't like the fact that you thought you had to choose."

"I wanted to have sex with you. I just didn't want you inside my head. I felt like you could look in every corner and know exactly what is going on. And I'm a top. I am strictly a top with your type."

"What is going on, Adam," Michael asked. "And what's with this my type shit?"

"I feel like I want to howl at the moon. I'm not like you. For a moment, you seemed so bestial, so untamed, it's like we were wolves on a hill howling at the moon. Then, it's like we were two amphibious creatures in the ocean. It's all these weird thoughts I'm getting when I'm inside you or you're inside me. I don't like shadows. The shadows scare me. And that's what it feels like with you. And I don't even talk like this. You don't make a man feel normal."

"We met in Central Park. You were sitting on a tree branch stroking. I don't think that's normal."

"Well, you like the song I was singing."

"I wanted to get out of my head; silence the voices, have a companion to help me through my dark night."

"Voices. Are you slightly crazy? Damn another one on medication. What kind of medication are you on?"

"I'm not on medication. Things have been cracking around me; the sky is falling."

"I don't need your crazy falling on me. This isn't working. I got to get to work in a few hours and I need some sleep. Inputting data is boring and already puts me to sleep. I needed a quick fuck. You're looking for therapy; and I'm just looking for an ass to tap."

"Oh, you are such a civilized man, and me so common. Guess my side of the street is okay when it's after midnight."

"I'm not in the mood for deep. What happened to no string fucking," Adam replied.

"I'm not asking for your theory of flight."

"Someone like you makes a person see their personal demons. I don't want to see my personal demons."

"Now I'm the spawn momma of your problems. Look just because I had an issue about being in a certain position, doesn't mean I will not try it. I just don't want to make that the end all and be all. Don't know why, but it just doesn't make my heart sing; don't hear bells in the cathedral. In fact, I am hearing the baaing of sheep. There are lots of other positions to try. Besides, you get this crazy look in your eye which is annoying."

"I told you I like to fuck. Not into receiving."

"You said you were versatile."

"When I with a man. But you're not exactly a man. You got that whole woman thing going on. With a man I'd let him tap the ass but with you, no fucking way."

"Once again I'm exiled. What cave should I crawl to this time?"

"See, there you go, with the poetic shit, the woman thing. Earlier you seemed hard, like a man who could fuck me the way I want to be fucked. But now, kissing you, I get all soft, feel like I'm falling into an abyss and there is nothing to hold onto."

"Are you afraid of falling from grace? Oh, but you have. Don't you think after all the men who have kicked me to the curb with their diatribes about how manly they are with the dick that I haven't grown talons? There is more to this dark and lovely then you think. Call it a woman thing if you want. Seems like men want to go there, when they know they are wrong with their feelings."

"We're here to fuck not land on the moon."

"So you'd rather fuck animals instead of people. Because that is the way you're acting. You know sex was once sacred. Temples have become sex clubs. Priestess and Priest have become prostitutes. All this is creating dark desires becoming diseases and mental problems."

"You like it dark. You wouldn't be strolling through the park signaling to boys in trees, or whispering nastiness in my ear while you're fucking me. Look you are just a fuck; let's not pretend it's anything more. I was just a man in the tree that liked what he saw. So if you can't lay there and be quiet and let me do what I need to do; then we have no need to continue. I don't want conversation. Fuck and leave. You're not that interesting at 4:00am in the morning. I'm horny not philosophical. So what is it going to be, on your stomach or out the door?"

"The names that think they made me; have given me wings; there are other places to nest, to know, to love. Next time you are sitting in a tree in Central Park waiting for someone to be tempted by your snake; remember some of us have talons." Michael left.