Ken's Revenge
By T.L. Kelly

American wimmen born in the late boomer years (let's say 1955-1960) share a niche in the history of the wimmen's movement. We are the target audience for the New Feminist Comedians. A lot of the events that made feminism not funny went right on over our heads. While Marilyn Monroe was preparing to sacrifice herself in order to be resurrected as Norma Jean Baker, Goddess of Feminism, we were still sucking on our mothers' collapsible latex nursers....

Gay or not gay is no longer a question more scandalous than nipple or tongue-pierced, as the brothers of a different kind have long since legalised the presence of their dark room bases in the public mind. Lesbian revolution is no big news, either. The word of 95 is bi chic, but it is difficult to tell if the existence of the advertised social phenomenon is natural as the media are quick to credit the episode with the promotion of the open-minded mass-slogan: freedom of choice....

Rock'n'Roll, a funny game. For me the most interesting part is the audience performer divide. It's such a tempting boundary to transgress, each side pushing at it, testing it, teasing it, but never quite breaking through - until this time. Some would say I was asking for it, I dispute that, but for the record the story goes something like this. He was heckling, testing my mettle. I decided to test his in return. I kissed him. He bit me. I nearly lost half my tongue....

As a boy, I was adored. My mother said the highlight of her day was dressing me in my sailor suit, or some other charming outfit, and taking me to the park. "People stopped to stare," she was fond of saying. "You were always so handsome." I'd catch her gazing at me, beaming really, as if I were the grandest prize anyone could ever receive. I know why she was particularly proud to be my mother. She was plain....

The girl with brown eyes had made her home above Boaz in a small apartment building in the quiet center of the town. Memories drew him towards her, and he began to stare longingly out the window after her as she strolled to and from the building. He loved her mustache. He loved her oddly shaped breasts. He wanted to curl up next to her and slowly examine her navel, which he was sure was turned inward....

The ferret stood, his raw penis hanging between his legs. "Last month my story was challenged. Bah! What do I care if any believe me? So I confessed to lies I did not commit! 'You never become directly involved. I don't believe a word you say,' this from wolf. Every word I spoke was the essence of truth. I may have embellished slightly, but only to better capture the experience, and perhaps because I feared your disbelief. The strict truth is that I went to the house I told you about, with the intention of making love to this woman as I'd been paid to....

When Rulif was a boy he got to know this girl that was two years older than him, which is a hell of a lot when you're a kid. She had this bold brattish beauty and was much the wiser in certain subdomains of human behaviour that Rulif had only heard tell of fairly recently, so he always stood slightly in awe when she was around....

SCOTT: (to audience) The real danger is when you start believing your own bullshit. You get locked into promises you can,t possibly keep. And you have to remember which set of lies you told to which person when you get called on them later. Proper bullshit technique is absolutely necessary when trying to make friends and influence women....

"I really loved Joe. I became this student of his self. I knew everything there was to know about him. I knew that the clock in his mother's kitchen was stuck at 3:13. I could guess when he'd wear his ratty old Simpson's t-shirt." "You mean that one that said 'Bart Simpson: Underachiever'?" I asked. She laughed to herself. "And proud of it, man." She paused for just a second, and went on....

Starla picked up the phone, dialed the number and counted each ring. One. Two. Three. He always picked up on the third ring. This time was no different and she felt her heart pounding as His deep throaty voice murmured a lazy hello. "I did as you asked," she said softly. Her breath quickened and she found that this call would be harder than she expected....

She never said no. Martin stared at the dead woman in his bed. She looked so peaceful, with her blue and green eyes closed, her mouth relaxed--Martin couldn't help but think what that mouth was capable of--in a comfortable looking position, almost as if she slept, but she hadn't breathed in twenty minutes and there was blood everywhere....

Given a chance to redeem myself, my spirits are lifted as you wipe the tears from my eyes. If I am not a good boy, I can tell I will be severely punished. You look like you're in the mood. "I'll take you now." you say running your hand over my flushed cheeks. I smile in delight and look back at you with the most trusting, loving eyes....

i saw this girl walk into the office today. she had on this really tight sweater, tight gray pants. big tits. blonde hair. long legs. nice ass. it's amazing how easy it is to fuck someone fully clothed from 15 feet away on a crowded street....

From the stagnant confines of my winter hovel
I step into the springshine and linger in the air
Filling my nose with the angels of the morn
In an act of contrition for my congested head....

With the menu's unbroken spine lying in front of me
The waitress and her minor league breasts
Uniformed in a red T-shirt
Ask me what I would like....

Has this ever happened to you?
You're taking a shower with your lover
And one thing leads to another....

Last night I was touched
by an aged, black-eyed
Trojan from the back woods....

I know it's you
Behind my door
Standing like Cairo
with a lean black panther
shadow....

Back of the comic book store
dirt alley, trash can crashing
my backside slammed
against a stone wall....