Chelsea Girls by Eileen Myles

Author:Eileen Myles
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2015-08-12T04:00:00+00:00

NEUROMANCER

I wish I was tripping now, said Chris, her face lit by the glowing candles on the table at the Orchidia. I loved the color it made her, honey light and I wasn’t even tripping yet. Yeah. I wish you were too. I had just taken a tab right in front of her, though I had offered her half and the opportunity to break her date. She was going out with Tina and they seemed pretty bored. After all their little relationship had cost them it seemed they had to stick together for a while. Poor them. I had plans.

I was supposed to meet Rose and Andy at some opening at Parsons. They said you have to come, all these great women will be there. I hadn’t been to a hot lesbian event for a really long time, years in fact. About three or four years ago there used to be these great parties at this place called Medusa’s Revenge. They were the best parties I had ever been to. I was lifting a woman up behind black velvet curtains. It was raining out and I anticipated the acid coming on as I walked over to 5th Ave. I loved these moments of intense privacy that drugs gave you like you were between two warm buildings while you were waiting to get off. No longer hungry, broke, the rain was something to walk through and I was feeling terrifically strong. Acid always made me feel like a fantasy character. The color of whatever I had on would really come splashing up. I had on a striped shirt, purple red blue peach and something else that was pretty in a way things looked when you were a child, disordered and bright. The more the merrier. Child values played very well when one was tripping. I was pretty wet when I arrived.

It wasn’t pouring, but a steady drizzle that made my hair wet and it added to my sense of myself as an adventurer. Kind of a man among all these girls. And what a sight it was as I came in. And of course I was just getting off. Huge female torsos coming in from sea. Just big bizarre female monuments that were supposed to be incredibly serious and wonderful or something, but I just wanted to break out into hysterical laughter at these huge tits. My sense of myself as a boy, a wet strong one from outside was expanding by the moment. I would look and turn away, feeling spasms of laughter ready to rock me. I kind of snorted and lurched away, gasping, and some women heard me and stared suspiciously and then I saw my friends. I was wading toward them, splashing my drink. These photos were huge—floor to ceiling, black & white the artist and probably her lover and several of their friends were in uniform, tuxedos, maybe with tails, I think. They looked like penguins I gasped and I was really going down for the third time.

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