Deckerotica

So, what can I say, the return to the website has been, well, productive. Yet, here I am one year in, and it is getting hard to keep up with it. That said, there are plans and reasons to do more yet, so stay tuned. Any who, finally, here is the conclusion to Closer.

As you read on, you will see, I believe, Romanino’s fresco made for a wonderful complement to this story’s concluding section, but for now, here is Franklin via Sean Cody to keep you reading hard. Is there any other way to read?

Regarding my approach to sexual realism via the sexual triangle, this story fits squarely within the reflective point, yet there are those who have argued this story is also very stroke, which I guess I have also come to term randy. As I’ve said before, these points re: narrative intention are more helpful than directive. Moreover, aren’t we all more in the age of reader response than literary auteur? So, in the end, who the fuck cares what I intended? This is your read–not mine. In the end, I will only add that Closer is, if you are interested in tracking my intention, perhaps more what Barthes would term a writerly tale than a top-down readerly narrative.

Here’s my favorite passage from Closer:

“Rudy hesitated before answering. He never considered himself a David collector, the equivalent of a size queen for men who only hook up with hotties. However, allowing someone into his vehicle sight unseen seemed too unselective—even for Rudy at this horny moment—even when being horny in a place such as this. Rudy pushed this thought aside as he reminded himself a blowjob is a blowjob, and he was achingly horny. ”

What I find the most interesting about Closer is how it gestures toward the next stories I want to write.  Perhaps, the time to write and tell more will come, but for now, here’s Closer, the Conclusion.