“I wish it could be just Annie Clark on an empty stage and no one in the audience but me.”
“You wish everything was just you.”
“Me plus one.”
When I’m listening to music on my phone I sometimes find a track that reminds me of her, or her, or her. I think of using my bare hand, loading that vibrator app while I hold the phone. Nothing penetratory. Over her underwear, a dress. Warm and sometimes moist. Similarly, sometimes her hand on me. Pretending to be surprised or not, it’s the scene. Varying tracks produce varying effects, to be honest. ‘I’ll Stop the World and Melt With You’ is mischievous. It leads me down to a teenage girl’s bedroom in her parents’ house when she should be studying for a History final. The jukebox staple ‘Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap’: the road trip staple dirty sex—emphasis on the filth and sweat—in a motel room. All tracks on ‘The Chronic’ take me to my old pick-up truck, unsteady breathing, and a pair of fantastically thick brown thighs. Cocorosie, Dresden Dolls, and Jack Off Jill really do a number on me. They get me thinking about how easy it is to bruise a fair-skinned girl. And ‘Nightcall’, well, by that point I’m ready to pull the headphones out and turn the damn thing off, because unless there’s a nice girl wearing a nice set of panties that are ready to be rolled off in anticipation of receiving my mouth into the soft bush between her legs waiting for me at the end of the line, I’m safer in silence.
When I’m listening to music on my phone I sometimes find a track that reminds me of her, or her, or her. I think of using my bare hand, loading that vibrator app while I hold the phone. Nothing penetratory. Over her underwear, a dress. Warm and sometimes moist. Similarly, sometimes her hand on me. Pretending to be surprised or not, it’s the scene. Varying tracks produce varying effects, to be honest. ‘I’ll Stop the World and Melt With You’ is mischievous. It leads me down to a teenage girl’s bedroom in her parents’ house when she should be studying for a History final. The jukebox staple ‘Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap’: the road trip staple dirty sex—emphasis on the filth and sweat—in a motel room. All tracks on ‘The Chronic’ take me to my old pick-up truck, unsteady breathing, and a pair of fantastically thick brown thighs. Cocorosie, Dresden Dolls, and Jack Off Jill really do a number on me. They get me thinking about how easy it is to bruise a fair-skinned girl. And ‘Nightcall’, well, by that point I’m ready to pull the headphones out and turn the damn thing off, because unless there’s a nice girl wearing a nice set of panties that are ready to be rolled off in anticipation of receiving my mouth into the soft bush between her legs waiting for me at the end of the line, I’m safer in silence.
