Wednesday, October 5, 2022

The Small Matter of Tongues & Blood By Matt FreeMatt

The Small Matter of Tongues & Blood

By Matt FreeMatt


We were decked out in clothes that would be out of place at an orgy but in line with a christening. The cobblestone row created an echo on the nearby buildings that originated under her designer heels. She had a polite smile behind her wonderful fragrance. Layla hooked my arm for the short walk.


Layla appeared to be happy to have someone accompany her that wasn’t intoxicated or a complete moron. She always seemed to be troubled and her heart laid heavy on the surface. I found it awkward that she would turn to me in such a frank moment. I had been derided as a “too serious of a man, one that wouldn’t relax”. Her attempts at humor produced a polite smile at most. But within this time frame in question, I found it hard to smile.


Layla solicited advice from me when it came to her woes connected to her beau. She often was unhappy and it seemed to be a default position. I saw that there was a yearning for someone to cup her derriere firmly and to show her that she was a woman. Her question was not inline with her normal missteps but of a sexual nature. She was indeed without a clue.


It was a small matter of “tongues and blood”; a deep question brought on by complaints of a lack of cunnilingus and faulty lovers. My lady friend’s voice lowered, showing me that she was truly upset that she was denied a generous “eating out” during her monthly menstrual time. I presented shortly after two observations that seemed to fall on deaf ears. It was as I spoke a different language. I did speak of a man’s viewpoint and of reason, but I failed to sing within an emotional hymn.


I made sure she was heard and heard on the level that a “sister” should be, but the experience left me puzzled. Puzzled in that we have devolved so much from bringing our issues to those that need to know into creatures that spill to those that are ill-equipped to do anything tangible. It had left me asking the question: Have we walked down the row this far?



Countess Báthory (Paloma Picasso) takes her famous bath in Walerian Borowczyk’s Immoral Tales (1974)

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