My memories of being chained by the evil one are as clear and bright as the beautiful fresh autumn day that he chose to bind me in.
At first, it started like anyother day. I awoke, shat, showered, shaved (everything), and brushed my beautiful pearly whites.
Then I called Kevin (AKA, “the evil one”).
“Meet me at the leather bar, 10:30 sharp, you dirty, filthy little man,” his husky voice breathed at me through the earpiece.
“Ohhhh-okay,” I stuttered. Kevin has that effect on me; I cannot splice two words together near his overpowering presence- why? It can’t just be his sexy hotness. It can’t just be the tuft of hair portruding from his half-unbuttoned silk shirt, or the look that he gives me (only me) as his eyes rake me from lips to knees.
Why? Why am I at the leather bar, being plied with drinks by scoundrels, scoffing their advances for him, my Kevin, my dark angel, the evil one?
The answer to all these questions darkens the tuck-and-roll doorway, like the sweetness of sunlight splashing over a brook after a gorgeous spring rain.
“Mike,” his voice spreads across the bar and envelops me like a rainbow of delight. “I’ve come to take you home.”
The bar swells in anticipation. “Oh my god, kiss him!” calls out Ted (the realtor), who has Eric (the junior law partner) jammed into the space between the bar and the video jukebox. They wait expectantly, and Kevin licks his beautiful lips and smiles tantalizingly.
“No,” he says. The bar is still reeling. “Come here, Mike.”
I feel like I’m dreaming. I rise, and seem to float toward him, my feet hardly touching the ground. He laughs softly, and backs slowly out the door. Our lips meet in the blinding sunlight.
Then we are in the car. I cannot stop touching, my hands like magnets, his body steel, his laughter sparkling…washing over my being like rivulets of flaming pleasure..
Then, his beautiful loft, his beautiful bed. The chains! The chains!
Yes, the memories are as fresh and vivid as sunlight on water.
Jesus Christ, who dined with prostitutes, tax collectors, and “sinners,” and who clearly stated “Love thy neighbor” via the “Good Samaritan” parable…who also stated, when asked “are you the messiah,” “YOU SAY THAT I AM,” obviously understood something that modern day, ahem, “Christians” do not.
Try to figure out what that (not so arcane thing) is.