One picture and one question.
You are standing in a room about the size of a high school auditorium, except the ceiling isn't as high. There are no windows in the room. Around the walls are locked rooms in which recently arrested people are held for further processing. In one corner is the changing area. There you are stripped down. Naked as a jay bird you bend over while your anus is inspected for hidden contraband.
Police officers, Sheriff's personnel, social workers, men and women, all the parasitic vermin that feed at the public trough are milling about the room. Some glance at you and laugh. You cannot hear what they are saying to one another. Your long, unwashed, light brown hair hangs in clumps across your face, hiding your shame. Eventually they dress you in ill-fitting orange clothes. Fortunately you are a Giants fan so the colors don't bother you too much.
We meet. My head is shaved. I am compact, wiry, tense, and dressed in entirely in black. I am wearing black combat boots. I am wearing sunglasses with perfectly circular lenses. They are reflective, dark red, and hide my eyes. My arms are exposed by the tank top I am wearing.
Burned into the flesh of my upper left arm
is my avatar. My lower right wrist is tightly wound with a glittering
bandage of silver and black bracelets. Upon my forearms are the scars
left behind when my wings were torn from me and from the wax that
boiled in that hot sun.
I wear no watch.
I take off my sunglasses. My eyes are hazel. They change color. They are icy blue. I move into your personal space. I look you directly in the eyes. My eyes turn green.
I ask you to fuck me.
Pop Quiz!
Pick any number of the following responses:
- You extemporize. "Do you mean fuck me as in the physical union of two sensitive individuals resonating like finely tuned crystals with the rhythm of the universe? Or do you mean fuck me as in the biological, genetic, pre-pharmaceutical, still responding to my libido like a bunny sense?"
- No. "I don't do it with men/women." (Am I the only fifty year old person that still has no fucking clue about his sexual identity?)
- Yes. "I'm a compulsive sex maniac, too. Let's trade notes. But first, let's FUCK! Yee Haw!"
- Mmmm. "Thank you for your offer. Please don't call me."