I am Jack's Sequel: A Fight Club Manifesto
"Damn it!" I say as the wall lamp starts to rattle. "They're at it again!"
Tyler and Marla, the non-dating sex addicts. I've given up on reading my magazine. It's Saturday right after Fight Club, my escape from everything good and bad. There are no feelings in Fight Club except the ones of defeat or victory, felt only after the walk home.
I got fixed a nice one tonight. My nose was dislocated. I managed to somehow jam it into place but now it hurts like hell. I got a bloodied knuckle (nothing new
I hear Marla saying thanks and lighting a cigarette. I hear her zip up her dress and slip into her heels. Click-Clack-Click-Clack, down the stairs. She leaves and no sooner does Tyler walk in.
"Having Fun?" he says with that damn smirk on his face.
"No, I can't read with all the humping," I say. He did something totally unexpected right after that. He leans in and sits on my bed. He pushes the hair out of my face and then he kisses me on the lips. I can taste his breath, that of whiskey and Marla's cheap cigarettes.
I instinctively ask, "What the hell are you doing?"
He has the same damn smirk on as before and replied with the same-as-usual blunt remark, "I knew you wanted that as well as I did. You wanted that didn't you?"
I thought carefully before saying, "Yeah, I suppose I did."
Tyler chuckled, "You don't suppose, you just do."
"Yeah, I do Tyler. I enjoyed that. Does that make me gay?"
"Here again with the labels... You are not gay, straight, or bisexual. You aren't your Calvin Klein's. You aren't your khakis."
"Okay Tyler."
At that moment I was his slave. He knew he had me exactly where he wanted me to be. And I didn't mind being where he wanted me to be. Not at all.
He left saying "Nighty-Night Sweet Cheeks."
Was this a new beginning for me? Or an ending to my present life? I felt like my power animal for a brief second, was in the room with me saying " It's all right to kiss Tyler." But then I was reminded that penguins can't talk and if they could they sure as hell shouldn't be giving me love advice. Anyway, I suddenly tried to relive that kiss over and over again until it was gone. I sighed and rolled over and slept.