vicious trap

NaNoWriMo: Day 30 (and done).

ericandmeyer — Fri, 02 Dec 2011 16:37:22 -0700

Total Word Count: 50,908.
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He films himself slowly undressing for bed. Every day, and then labels the tape and files it away in a box in the basement. He’s on his third box.

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The next morning we slept in and then went to find bacon and coffee at the diner around the block. Herman ordered a hot chocolate with too much whipped cream piled high and dripping over the edges. We all ate too much, hoping food would make the headache go away.

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When we were going through his things we found the box of unwatched undressing videos. We watched one before bedtime each night for the next three years, a sort of daily silent memorial service.

NaNoWriMo: Days 28 and 29.

ericandmeyer — Wed, 30 Nov 2011 11:49:00 -0700

Total Word Count: 48,051
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They have boots in his size, but when he puts them on they suddenly seem so masculine. He considers working out more, but he’s not sure when.

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She finds the magazines hidden behind her brothers mattress. Video game ads with women half clothed. Lucky for her, they have similar taste.

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It wasn’t asphyxiation or anything kinky like that. He just jacked off, had a heart attack, and died. No lemon in the mouth and no noose either, just a stack of magazines and a dirty rag.

NaNoWriMo: Day 27.

ericandmeyer — Mon, 28 Nov 2011 09:55:00 -0700

Total Word Count: 45,251.
Excerpts (unedited):

Sometimes when Jolene is traveling and alone in the hotel room at night flipping channels, she will start thinking of Jenny. She thinks about how Jenny was out of batteries, and imagines her walking to the store around the corner, bundled in scarf and wool coat, to pick up a pack of double As.

When you buy condoms, everyone knows to blush on your behalf, but when you buy new batteries the secret is yours. Dirty, like fucking in public and never getting caught.

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We played spoons till 3am. What a dumb game.

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At first he stiffened, unsure, and then relaxed. What’s this? he asked. What do you want it to be? I replied.

NaNoWriMo: Day 26.

ericandmeyer — Sun, 27 Nov 2011 12:53:31 -0700

Total Word Count: 43,321.
Excerpts (unedited):

She finds her wings after making them from felt and silk and glue and sequins and a coat hanger for support like mom’s under bra.

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The body is a temple The body is a temple The body in a temple The temple of the lord The lord in my body The wafer and the wine This is my bread Drink and remember The bread in a temple The body The wine Drink and be merry Drink and be merry Drink and be merry in my temple Drink of my body Drink of my body Drink of my body Bow down and worship at my temple Bow down and drink of my body Bow down and drink Drink of my body temple My chalice runneth over, now drink.

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Pink spandex is a good idea.

NaNoWriMo: Days 23 thru 25.

ericandmeyer — Sat, 26 Nov 2011 16:55:23 -0700

Total Word Count: 41,372.
Excerpts (unedited):

I had a dream and I was dressed as a pirate, but there were kids around. lots of kids, like it was a school. a kids school, like a special event. they all ran and hid, and we had to find them. but one of the kids was mine. I wasn’t the mother I don’t think, but somehow that was my kid. and there were sunglasses. but my kid was cool. she was aloof about the whole thing.

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He was ordering pills over the internet from Canada.

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The medication helped him stop washing his hands and counting the wood grains in the floor, but he also lost interest in her body.

NaNoWriMo: Day 22.

ericandmeyer — Wed, 23 Nov 2011 16:18:04 -0700

Total Word Count: 37,005.
Excerpts (unedited):

She watches him masturbate, then helps at the end with a small bit of pressure to his prostate.

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I wasn’t doing much. Just working. I’m easily occupied. Andre’s good looking but I don’t see him too often.

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Tina was into star signs and shit. We had a good laugh when we got home. Capricorn my ass.

NaNoWriMo: Day 21.

ericandmeyer — Tue, 22 Nov 2011 22:11:16 -0700

Total Word Count: 35,168.
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He had nightmares that he died of food poisoning, so didn’t eat for a few days after that.

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We stopped for gas in Iowa, and bought things to sip and munch as we drove.

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He pointed at some kids by the library as we pulled out of town. Those were my old friends, he said. Yeah, I said. We flipped them off and drove away.

NaNoWriMo: Days 19 and 20.

ericandmeyer — Mon, 21 Nov 2011 16:09:00 -0700

Total Word Count: 33,778.
Excerpts (unedited):

They took a walk to the bank to cash her check.

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She liked to lock all the doors, but he had a fear of tight places and when he entered a room he would check all his exits to make sure he had a plan for escape in every situation.

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If his body had the wrong dangly-sexy bits, she said, her skin was the wrong color, and could they do a surgery to correct that?

NaNoWriMo: Days 17 and 18.

ericandmeyer — Sat, 19 Nov 2011 10:56:25 -0700

Traveling this weekend, so things are slow. I’ll have some catching up to do when I get home.

Total Word Count: 30,031.
Excerpts (unedited):

She sleeps like a tornado.

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They grind together like gears, like somersaults at night, like the sky is falling.

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Cold yesterday, so I wear long johns and a coat today. Now I’m all sweaty.

NaNoWriMo: Day 16.

ericandmeyer — Thu, 17 Nov 2011 10:03:07 -0700

Total Word Count: 28,706.
Excerpts (unedited):

We met Andre hitchhiking, offered him a ride. Shaved his legs and then he was a she, and we invited her home for the night.

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he’s an old man now.

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She came in from Iowa never knew what queer was but found out soon enough. Now she can’t see the edges of it, only queer extending out for miles in every direction.

NaNoWriMo: Day 15.

ericandmeyer — Wed, 16 Nov 2011 11:40:37 -0700

Total Word Count: 27,036.
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She draws a chicken in profile, stick figure (looks more like a goat). She swears it’s a chicken, so we make it our mascot, cook it up and eat it for dinner.

Tastes like goat, too, if you ask me. But she swears it’s a chicken.

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She cut off her arm because she knew it wasn’t meant to be hers, she hadn’t earned it, and she never wanted it in the first place. Sometimes you just know, you know? You look down and you think the arm is yours, but she looks down and thinks “get the fuck off me, arm”. And so it did, just like that, one summer night with a sawzall.

She’s good with the power tools.

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The whole world turns pink then black and night comes on like a motherfucker.

NaNoWriMo: Day 14.

ericandmeyer — Tue, 15 Nov 2011 23:32:33 -0700

Total Word Count: 25,308
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I never enjoyed running through the sprinklers or taking off my shirt.

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I watch my face in the mirror as I cum in the sink. Disgusting. Distorted. I wait a few minutes, run hot water till the room steams, and do it again.

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A new nail color every day!

NaNoWriMo: Day 13.

ericandmeyer — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 14:29:40 -0700

Total Word Count: 23,627.
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He took the car out that night to fill up the tank and pick up a gallon or two of ice cream (not ben and jerry’s or anything, but not the big tubs either, something reasonable), and while he was there he got a six pack of something light and a gallon of milk for the next morning.

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Jolene asked her for a story as they lay in bed with the lights out, but she couldn’t think of anything so she just mentioned the possibility of a butterfly named George William Henry Angela Willow the Third, and Jolene thought maybe it was a giant butterfly (to hold all those names) or just a walrus disguised as a butterfly, and Sam said it was, and it put on the wings at night to go out on the town and meat other butterfly walruses like itself.

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He returned with a can of gasoline, pulled all the furniture out on the lawn, and poured a ring around it, went inside and climbed out his bedroom window onto the porch roof, and sat there with a box of matches till sunset.

NaNoWriMo: Day 12.

ericandmeyer — Sun, 13 Nov 2011 18:23:31 -0700

Total Word Count: 20,040.
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She met him at a friends party and they spent the night under the light of the bonfire talking philosophies they didn’t yet understand.

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Years later they would make love one last time.

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His body was all wrinkles from head to toe and I couldn’t help but stare as he washed himself and dried off with a towel and the help of a hand drier, and I looked away quickly when he came my way. But I couldn’t change there till he left, for risk of revealing myself.

NaNoWriMo: Day 11.

ericandmeyer — Sat, 12 Nov 2011 15:28:00 -0700

Total Word Count: 17,399.
Excerpt (unedited):

Herman seemed uncomfortable with the idea. Shifted in his seat. Looked down and to the side.

— Is there a plan?
— Not yet.

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It was a slow day.

NaNoWriMo: Day 10.

ericandmeyer — Fri, 11 Nov 2011 10:50:29 -0700

Total Word Count: 17,074. Excerpts (unedited):

Dirty dishes begin to pile on the counter; mostly old water glasses just need a rinsing.

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Andre said “maybe three is enough” and we all looked at him and laughed, but Edward just said “yes dear” without looking up. “Take it to the bank” I said, and Andre smiled.

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The dogs were barking, but Herman shut them up with rawhide bones.

We were watching TV.

NaNoWriMo: Day 09.

ericandmeyer — Thu, 10 Nov 2011 11:58:00 -0700

Total Word Count: 15611.
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Tim wore a corsage of three white stephanotis and a hand full of baby’s breath, and he danced in front of the mirror for hours with Leonard Cohen in the background and a loaded gun on the mantle, in case it should come to that.

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“Inspired by Nietzsche” is a good phrase.

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When I die they will say “she kissed us all she could, and smiled when we touched. What more could we ask of her?” And I will say, through a video I recorded of myself this morning, “I’m sorry, anyway, that I didn’t kiss you more.”

NaNoWriMo: Day 08.

ericandmeyer — Wed, 09 Nov 2011 13:34:56 -0700

Total Word Count: 13915.
Excerpts (unedited):

Andre remembers it all differently.

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How many lovers have you had and never slept with? Sometimes those are the best lovers. Other times, the ones you slept with but never talked to, and can’t remember their names.

For every season, turn turn.

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When you are older, you will not even begin to understand.

NaNoWriMo: Day 07.

ericandmeyer — Tue, 08 Nov 2011 12:04:56 -0700

Total Word Count: 12880.
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Even the rapes we have all suffered (for we seem to be a majority) are only normal events. No hand of god or demon spirits, just another day of living, with actions that can be listed and repeated, remembered or forgotten.

Trauma is not some other world. It is this world, and that makes it all the worse.

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We eye each other across the room, and that is enough.

I hope.

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The next day we thought we’d try playing duck duck goose in high heels and our bridesmaid gowns, or whatever dress we had worn, but Sam was the only one who could run in her miniskirt and combat boots.

NaNoWriMo: Day 06.

ericandmeyer — Mon, 07 Nov 2011 10:03:11 -0700

Total Word Count: 10795.
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They were at it so long he had to take a smoke break (that’s the problem with tantra, I guess). And when he came back in she refused to kiss him on the mouth for the foul stench, turned her back. But that didn’t really slow things down much, and the morning went on fine from there.

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Mom asked if I was exploring my bisexuality. What do you say to that?

Which sex is the gay one?

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There is nothing more frightening, or more existential, than car commercials with the sound off, and a glass of wine, and only three pills left at the bottom of the bottle.

The dog comes in and begins licking my face.