Part two

“sleeping with ghosts”

1963, Pasadena, CA. Insane asylum. A regular check up, Dr McFatum visiting one of his female patients. S/he’s got a straitjacket on. Talks in a loud excited voice.

M: hey doc, what’s this straitjacket is on for? Someone wants to fuck my face and thinks I might mind it? I wouldn’t!!(Michael/a gives a warm smile). I also don’t like the idea of having my hands all to myself!!
*DrMcFatum writes down “aggressive euphoria accompanied by insistent sexual ideas.*

M: aggressive? I’d rather say suggestive!(grins)

M: hop on top, doc. I’ll teach you how to go down on a woman. The key constituent to feeling confident. Powerful as Marilyn. Desired by the many. Isn’t it a conception of being useful to a society ? Enriching every single female member of the society with new emotions, strongly positive sensations, spreading healthy sexual energy over all continents. After all – the world is just one big swollen clit with an explosion at the end.

Dr: We need to get our DNA checked, just to see if we’re from the same planet…ok..I shall leave you now…

M: better leave some porn mags with me, doc. These nasty nurses have taken all my Playboy’s away. I need something to wank about. You can deny me the privilege of looking through the dirty pictures. But doc, don’t even try to defy the laws of human nature. Whether we want it or not it’s always on our minds. How many times a day do you think dirty, doc? All the time? Your mind is like a multipaged steaming book of perversions?

Dr: (sighs)…have a good day ma’am.

M: you’re leaving? Eh, like I give a fuck. Go read some Boccaccio. Erotic classics will surely do you good. (* spits on her pants and keeps watching the spit travel down her/his zipper)

M: gotta get me a nurse to do the clean up…(*yells in a growling tone “ nurse!nurse!i need you to sort something in my crotch!)