It was one of the rare afternoons, a laptop and a tea on the couch. I thought I was lost in what I was doing when I saw a crawl out of the corner of my eye. It was irritating, inasmuch as I would perceive in these moments under the conditions of a single plodding, I am so entangled in it, but at that moment I let myself be distracted by a mere scamper. I looked up thoughtfully when I realized the cause, because it is yet another time that you have to go through the living room and through my field of vision.
„Could you wear your clothes,
please?“ I said stretched, because it would of course distract, if you ran
naked through the apartment.
„Why?“ you answered, pausing right in
front of me, „Am I distracting you?“
„Yes, you certainly do, you know that. I’ve
asked you so many times to dress you and not walk around naked,“ I
explained. „I know you should feel well, and for whatever reason, you’ll
feel well, but I’d appreciate it if you did it changes.“
“Do you want me maybe on sensory thoughts?“ you
asked, and now, with the best of intentions, I can no longer ignore your
suggestive undertone.
„I think of how aptly the term ‘shriveled pump gender sign‘ is,“
I replied calmly.
„Did you always have words,“ you said
with a frown, „but that does not sound nice.“
„First, it’s not my word, it’s Helene von
Druskowitz’s,“ I patiently explained, adding that your obvious
knowledge gap has occurred, „And second, it’s not supposed to be
nice.“
„But you do not want to tell me that you do
not like the outstanding tribute of my masculinity?“ you asked.
„But, just that, and you have to admit that
this little, shriveled thing does not live up to even the most modest aesthetic
demands,“ I said.
„But he always liked you?“, you made a
new attempt.
„I never said I like it“, I replied
frankly.
„And which one do you like then, if not
mine?“, you asked, a little hurt, it seemed.
„No one,“ I had to admit, „if that
calms you down. But please what should I like about it? So, it keeps pounding
all the time and thinking it was great.“
„But are there moments when it gives you
great pleasure?“, did you make another effort to save your male honor.
„That’s right. But these are also the
occasions where most of the time is hidden.
„I do not even accuse you that your breasts
have become worn-out“, you thought to have to interject.
That’s why I do not want to go around naked,” I
explained calmly. At this point, you turned around without a word and came back
a few moments later, wearing boxer shorts.
„And, do I now meet the aesthetic demands of the gracious woman?“,
you asked provocatively, of course, I did not escape the fact that you pouted me.
And because that’s not the case, I wanted to take
you by the hand, steered you into the bedroom and into the bed, whereupon I did
that, I was forbidden to take you off a few minutes ago. Lovingly I looked at
the small, wrinkled shriveled pump, because you can also look at unaesthetic
things lovingly. Especially because it did not last long. Even if only a few
minutes later, after I had dealt with it, it was neither small nor wrinkled and
certainly no longer shriveled pump, but rather impressive. Actually, I could
have told you that too, but how would I have been taught since my earliest
childhood? „You do not speak with your mouth full“.
