When Demons Are Redeemed: The Dominant's Muse

Fifty-Eight - Paper Issues Creaking

FIFTY-EIGHT

Paper Issues Creaking

“Act my age? First of all, I will when men act their age,” another woman imprisoned in the coatroom whose eyes catch Catherine’s begins, after the latter gives her her chance by sending her eyes to investigate another creaking sound picked up by her ears. “And if a forty-something year old woman can’t be hot just because of her birth certificate, then forty-something year old men can’t ever be hot either, and neither can they act like Casanovas anymore. Oh, don’t give me that crap about men and women being different, because that doesn’t fly anymore, not since men decided that men and women are interchangeable with their young. And so, we all have the same, exact nature now, do we? Well then, we can all act according to it, then. No more double standard.

Isn’t it shocking, how men do things to change this or that, but that they’re so stupid that they don’t see what else will change when they do? They really didn’t see that women would pick up the other male traits that go along with being made to believe in the  male things that men want women to believe in? They really didn’t see that, once women were made numb to female traits that used to prevent them from being all about the superficial, the empty, and the body, they wouldn’t . . .  And you can’t put us back into our female packaging after you’ve taken us out of it to dress us male, because we just don’t fit anymore.

And . . . And we can discuss women acting their age when all anti-impotence pills cease to be and men then act their age. Oh, what’s that? They want their hard-on pills when they’re sixty, seventy, because screwing is just all-important? Well, love is all-important to women still, even at sixty, seventy as well!

And only men could think nothing wrong with having spent all that money on research for pills to allow them to continue to screw until death, when people suffer from real diseases and die everyday. Oh, that’s so acting your age, men, screwing long after nature said enough superficiality already. Decreased testosterone and sex drive are the best thing that can happen to an older man. Oh, and don’t you just love how anti-impotence pills and testosterone medication are advertised in commercials that always show men in a committed relationship, and with a woman their own age? Yeah right! There’s nothing lovey-dovey and romantic about those pills in 95% of cases, for older men! And the side effects are listed, and it’s ridiculous that, yet again, a man would risk so much of his health just to screw!”

Yet another creak gets Catherine’s attention, and, when she looks in its direction, she meets with the eyes of yet another woman restrained there.

“A woman is to act her age? What about my sister, then?” The non-refundable is heard to say. “She’s never been married. She’s never even lived with a man. So, so what if she’s over forty? That’s her body’s age, but she doesn’t have the baggage. She  doesn’t have the experiences of being with a man, that way. So, is she not very, very young at heart, then? She doesn’t have the bitterness. The walls. And those are what make up the claws of ‘cougars,’ as older women are called.

But my sister’s all new at all of it, because of family issues that didn’t allow her to fly, to soar, because she stuck around, after I ran away so I could live my own life, no matter how it turned out, because if one doesn’t have control over one’s own life, then one’s a slave. But she can fly now, because our bitch mother is finally dead. And she doesn’t want to be with the older men who are tired and experienced. Her mind and her heart are pure, as far as relationships go. She would learn. She would experiment. Things would be new to her.

So, I think that she could date a thirty-five year old, when in her early forties. Not that she’d want to. It’s not her goal. She just wants a man who doesn’t have great, big claws from his own relationship experience, just like she doesn’t have them.”