Narcisissy

NARCISISSY
Characters:
Kukla Joffrey
Twila Cruse
Rafe "Chaz" Rafferty
Munchie Warbutton
Ego-Ho
Slade Bledsoe
Robert "Bob-alone" Cassidy

Chaz frequents gay bars and clubs because he is worshipped by a number of the regulars and all of the first timers who allow him to walk on water, playing it straight reminding most of them that they're really in the wrong kind of bar after all if this is the kind of guy they're looking for.
Twila, red Nicole Kidman hair and showgirl pizzazz not only wants Chaz but eclipses anybody else's chances with the help of Kukla. Chaz is sentenced to pussy Sing Sing, a hole name Joy (Joey) joined at the hip by day and leg locked at night. Chaz plays it cool with Twila so as not to alienate the boys which pisses her off and prompts her plot device with Kukla's help to free Chaz from Joy. Chaz is jealous of their relationship but can't resist Kukla's attention so he strings them both along. Kukla is filled with disgusted attraction toward Chaz and as always feeds Twila's obsession with destructive and forbidden behavior.

Munchie, a paraplegic from Australia is allowed a voyeuristic ringside seat to the above. He was paralyzed in a mechanical bull riding accident. He wasn't thrown. but, in a moment of elevated crowd expectation, he tried to vault over the moving bull and landed behind the jukebox on his neck. All he can remember is "I'm a happy girl" skipping over and over while he tried to scream "UNPLUG THE FUCKIN' JUKEBOX." He was given the nickname Munchie after the accident and his first post-paralysis sexual encounter.

"Bob alone", a drag queen in training goes by the stage name Slade Bledsoe. Her mentor, credentialed by a loyal if short lived, straight stint at PTL is Jeanne D'Orly, last seen instructing Slade how to cartwheel in high heels. His chubby boy breasts reverberating in cadence to the slap, click of his startling success. Jeanne speaks her approval in mock pentecostal tongues and ends with GLORY HALLELUJAH!! SHUBMADAYEDHYLHL THNKDH NAY!! Not offended by this as sacriligious since the Baptists think of this as an emotion instead of a gift. One can laugh and wonder at Jeanne's obvious devotion to that lost cause and her subsequent descent into this demi-monde.

Chaz names one of Kukla's domino fish Bob which Kukla, drunk and offended curses until I rename it Wanda, drawing a coughing fit of laughter from Kukla. He falls onto the purple sofa behind Twila who is leaning up to douse her fag into a garage sale ashtray. She reclines onto his torso while he rests his head on Chaz's side. Chaz places his arm around Twila and for the moment all is silent except for the crinkling sound of Kukla's plastic clothes as he and Twila breathe against each other. Munchie breaks in by asking me how old I am which prompts a quick guess by each to discover who is oldest to youngest - 2 Aries, 2 Tauruses, and one Aquarius. Kukla is oldest by 15 days. We discuss having reached our sexual peaks at the same time -agreed that there is no such thing. Twila and Chaz try out Kukla's short, high 200 year old bed , for a simulated poke and crash off the end of it in a weakened heap. Munchie runs over my foot enroute to investigating while Kukla stares with an indifferent gaze at the security mirror he stole from a textile mill. His bleached Billy Idol doo and ruddy face framed his eyes and set them in a supernatural blue blaze. I broke his trance with my involuntary, inebriated movement toward the drama unfolding in the bedroom. We formed a two man conga line and pushed Munchie out of the doorway, where we all observed the motionless couple glowing beneath the lavender neon that framed the bottom of the bed on all sides. Someone made the statement "Boy,girl, boy, girl" one of those incongruous moments that seem so normal and sensible when you mix coke, pot, liquor, and poppers. A concerted earnest hilarity ensued as we engineered the possible combinations available - 1 girl, 1 guy, 1 bi, and 1 on wheels. We concluded there was really only two that were acceptable using Munchie as the wild card. Stevie Nicks gathered us again into the fishy, art deco sitting room, part of a big house in the city's historic district. I stared out of the curtainless window at the columned manse across the oak lined street. Christmas decorations were in place even though it was early November and I wondered if anybody was doing somebody up in there.