Deckerotica

I am not a fan of writing like others. Truth be told, I rarely read the work of others outside of proper literature. Being a real gay guy, I am given more to Romantic era ideas of originality than traditional literary forms. However, the rhetorical device of imitatio kinda thickens my pen(is). Especially given the Dionysian origin of this device, I find it particularly productive for gay erotica. In time, I will further flesh out the larger piece, but here’s my riff on Molly Bloom’s soliloquy from the final chapter of James Joyce’s Ulysses:

“I was a visitor to his body, yes, when I put the poppers in my nose like the pre-plague boys used or shall I wear a red condom, yes, and how he kissed me through his toes, and I thought, well as well him as another, and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again, yes, and, then he asked me would I, yes, to say yes, my next fuck, and first I put my arms around him, yes, and drew him under me, so he could feel my cock all wet, yes, and his hole was throbbing like mad, and, yes, I said yes, I will, Yes.”

Here’s the original:

“I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes. “