Mary in Medias Res
She's thinking about the letter from her parents and the reply she won't have the energy to write by the time she's home from the shoot. The debate seems pointless, in any case, since her father says his daughter's a whore and her mother won't persuade him otherwise.
Thank god I'm a grown woman, she thinks, as her co-star Mike enters her from behind. Thank god their opinion is just another fact. But what unsettles her still is that phenomenon of emergent adulthood: the realisation that one's elders can be naive. Her sister Rebecca calls this 'cognitive dissonance'.
Two or three times a week they meet for lunch in the cafeteria of their shared campus and have high-powered conversations about the world in a grain of sand. It was Rebecca who told Mary that taking a course would be the perfect way to apply her disposable income.
Neither of them guessed that cultural studies would include a module on pornography, in which Mary learned a great deal about the hypocrisy of men. 'We'll continue this conversation when you guys have made up your minds exactly how and when women should be fucked.'
The truth was she hardly cared, and Rebecca's observations were nothing new. 'But of course you're a whore. So am I. And mum too. She talks about you making it on your back but I don't see how that's any worse than making it on your feet.'
Their mother was a waitress and barmaid a long time ago and they grew up with horror stories about guys who would make a single drink last for hours. Mary's reminded of their roving hands every time a colleague slaps her backside to signal a change of position.
So Mike flips Mary over and with a smile she rises to take him in her mouth. He winks and reaches for her crotch, which he massages in his funny way. Mike's a sweet guy but she wishes he hadn't asked her out to dinner. She's heard from the other girls about the dangers of bringing romance onto the set or, worse, 'taking the dick home'.
She can taste herself now; it's strange but not unpleasant. She knows this business is just a case of plus and minus, putting one thing in another. Not for the first time, though, she's nagged by the feeling that life makes objects of people. Eventually, they come.
She's thinking about the letter from her parents and the reply she won't have the energy to write by the time she's home from the shoot. The debate seems pointless, in any case, since her father says his daughter's a whore and her mother won't persuade him otherwise.
Thank god I'm a grown woman, she thinks, as her co-star Mike enters her from behind. Thank god their opinion is just another fact. But what unsettles her still is that phenomenon of emergent adulthood: the realisation that one's elders can be naive. Her sister Rebecca calls this 'cognitive dissonance'.
Two or three times a week they meet for lunch in the cafeteria of their shared campus and have high-powered conversations about the world in a grain of sand. It was Rebecca who told Mary that taking a course would be the perfect way to apply her disposable income.
Neither of them guessed that cultural studies would include a module on pornography, in which Mary learned a great deal about the hypocrisy of men. 'We'll continue this conversation when you guys have made up your minds exactly how and when women should be fucked.'
The truth was she hardly cared, and Rebecca's observations were nothing new. 'But of course you're a whore. So am I. And mum too. She talks about you making it on your back but I don't see how that's any worse than making it on your feet.'
Their mother was a waitress and barmaid a long time ago and they grew up with horror stories about guys who would make a single drink last for hours. Mary's reminded of their roving hands every time a colleague slaps her backside to signal a change of position.
So Mike flips Mary over and with a smile she rises to take him in her mouth. He winks and reaches for her crotch, which he massages in his funny way. Mike's a sweet guy but she wishes he hadn't asked her out to dinner. She's heard from the other girls about the dangers of bringing romance onto the set or, worse, 'taking the dick home'.
She can taste herself now; it's strange but not unpleasant. She knows this business is just a case of plus and minus, putting one thing in another. Not for the first time, though, she's nagged by the feeling that life makes objects of people. Eventually, they come.
limowreck:
Happy Birthday, hombre.
fivecrows:
Not sure how I got here, really! Received a notification that I had been gifted an account renewal. Coming out of a long mental hibernation, so I'm still trying to figure out the "why" of SG this time....!