Issue #20 (2011) PDF - myweb - Long Island University
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Gülay Işık<br />
ANIMAL STORY<br />
When I got home she was masturbating. I heard her moaning from the hallway. I could see her feet<br />
because she left the door ajar. I wanted to push the door open so I could see her completely, then I<br />
thought it was a better idea to peek through the door. The TV was on but I wasn‘t sure if she was<br />
masturbating to a porn movie. Then I heard Audrey Hepburn‘s voice. She had been watching<br />
Breakfast at Tiffany‟s. Whenever she felt moody, she watched that stupid movie. Her right foot kicked<br />
a book in the bed and the book fell on the floor. She liked sleeping with books. She didn‘t<br />
necessarily read them. She just liked sleeping with a bunch of books. She moaned deeper as Audrey<br />
Hepburn sang Moon River at her fancy NYC apartment‘s window. I liked watching her touch herself.<br />
She took deep breaths. She knew I was behind the door. I walked towards the kitchen avoiding her.<br />
She had been watching Breakfast at Tiffany‟s and I knew trouble was coming. I hoped the orgasm<br />
would help her calm down.<br />
Why didn‘t she just watch a porn movie We had a porn DVD collection. That‘s how we<br />
met, actually. We had attended this underground porn club a few years ago. I had heard about it<br />
from a friend. We gathered in a small basement room on Friday nights at ten in Park Slope. The<br />
crowd was made of losers who had nothing else to do on a Friday night. People coming in changed<br />
every week except for regular members. They were mostly old and married people with children.<br />
There weren‘t many women because they would feel uncomfortable in a dark basement with about<br />
thirty men. What do you expect, eh The director of the Basement Project was a fat guy with lots of<br />
hair on his face, arms, and even fingers. His name was Paul. He had strict rules. He even framed the<br />
rules in big print and hung it on the wall. Rule number one: No masturbation allowed in the<br />
basement. He occasionally turned the lights on to check on the audience to see if anyone was doing<br />
something. He kicked a few men out who had been caught masturbating. Paul was short but very<br />
strong. No one wanted to deal with him. Rule number two: Males are not allowed to approach the<br />
female members. Rule number three: Members who violate the first two rules would be banned<br />
from the club for good. Paul believed in porn movies like one believed in Buddhism, you know.<br />
He liked me. I had been to his tiny apartment upstairs a few times and he had shown me his<br />
collection of Playboy magazines. He picked an issue from his bookcase and handed it to me as if he<br />
were honoring me with a royal crown. He told me to be careful as I turned the pages of the<br />
February edition of nineteen eighty six. We looked at a half naked woman eating a cheese burger<br />
leaning on a diner counter. Paul looked at the fake blond like a biologist looking at a rare butterfly.<br />
He dragged his middle finger on her legs. I wasn‘t allowed to touch the page.<br />
―This is art, ya know‖<br />
I looked at the fake blonde‘s face. I wondered if her mother could recognize her in so much<br />
make up. She only had a pair of blue jeans on and her back turned to the camera so we could only<br />
see her butt and her right breast touching the arm that was holding the cheeseburger. Her pinkish<br />
lips were half open. She had ketchup on her chin. I thought of her without makeup and breast<br />
implants. I thought of her as a child. I pictured her in a light blue cotton dress running in the streets<br />
of some suburban town.<br />
―She is not that hot‖ I said sadly.<br />
―I‘m talking about the photography,‖ he said seemingly frustrated at my shallowness. And I<br />
felt so damn shallow.<br />
Turning the pages we looked at couple of more pictures of women bending over on<br />
couches, motorbikes, pool tables, etc. They were all different. They were all the same.<br />
Then he told me about his rock band in college and played some Iron Maiden on his guitar.<br />
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