Queer Chronicles entry ©2004

Queer Chronicles by Kenneth Allen, ©2004

September 3, 2004

Swallowing

So there’s this burning in my throat. And don’t start with me. I’m “involved” -- and so is HE -- and it’s way too far down there for anything like that. It’s one of those real-doctor things, not the county one.

Seems that nothing goes down and everything wants to come up but only half way. Fun. So the doctor says no drinking. Which was fine with me. Really. After he put his glasses back on and wiped the drop of blood from his lip, he informed me the list had only begun. No tomatoes, no onions, no … WHAT! Wait a damned minute. No onions? Onions go on EVERYthing but ice cream because that’s where I get my vast chocolate intake … which reminds me, chocolate, as in mole sauce, mixes VERY well with onions! Oh YES! “Oh definitely no chocolate.” The good doctor yells over his shoulder as he runs behind the desk and ducks.

Perhaps you’ve figured out that the cause of this acidic symptom is stress. If you haven’t, you’re violent by nature. I encourage you to seek help. God knows, I should. But first, let’s take care of the body.

Hah! What body? What happened? Oh my GOD! I’ve fallen even though I can still get it up. But who’d want it? I completely forgot my twenties and now my thirties are almost gone. Fucking A! And there’s that whole getting rich thing I was supposed to do so it wouldn’t matter that I didn’t exercise enough.

Yeah, yeah, yeah – I’m “involved” so who cares if anybody wants it? You’re under contract whether the state offers paperwork or night. It’s the gay rule. You get it free anytime you want, right? Well, actually yes, but the less I tell the more I get so shut the fuck up and I will too.

I’ll just try these little sample pills the doctor gave me, and maybe one of those Valium – given to me by the friend of a friend, of course.

Hmmm. Funny how well pills go down even though food puts up a fight.