JACOB'S LOVE STORY
December 21st 2006 13:26
Although Jacob has had several other crushes before, his most memorable crush would have to be Axel, this blonde-brownish haired boy he met in year four. Axel was the first one in their grade to say “fuck” and “shit” in his sentences. He stole his lunch from the younger kids. He was very good at handball. Jacob was too scared to talk to him that year, but in year seven, he finally gained the courage to ask him out. They watched some boring Jonathan Taylor Thomas movie about airplanes, and during one of the many scenes that involved talking, Jacob put his hand on Axel’s. Axel kept staring at the screen. Jacob’s heart was trying to escape. He leant forward to kiss Axel, but Axel leant backward. Jacob leant forward again, and eventually, Axel also leant forward. Axel closed his eyes. Jacob left his open. Breathe in, breathe in, breathe in, don’t let it get away. Jacob put his hand in Axel’s pants.
After a while, Axel pushed Jacob away, calling him a sick fuck. Axel ran off. A week later, Axel said he was straight and only wanted to be friends. Jacob hung up. He cried and smoked for the rest of the year.
Jacob’s first real girlfriend was in year eight. They kissed and felt each other up in the forest walk at school. She liked collecting tazos. She liked eating tacos. They made love in his bedroom, and Jacob believed that he had met the girl he was going to marry. He cried and wrote poems about her, and wrote “I love her” on his arm. They broke up a month later. Jacob met his next girlfriend, Nyssa, in year nine. She only wanted to make out in the movies and nowhere else, and most of the time, she liked the movie too much to make out. She secretly wanted short, spiky hair, but was afraid that her classmates would make fun of her. She liked to play touch football. They slept with each other in Jacob’s bedroom, and Jacob realised that Nyssa didn’t really enjoy it. They broke up a week later. Jacob walked to Axel’s house and tried to sense him through the brick walls. Jacob was alone until year twelve.
Jacob met Axel again in a school dance. “Long time no see, guy,” Axel said, confused alcohol sparkling around his breath. They walked out of the dance hall and held hands. Axel leant forward to kiss Jacob, and both their eyes were closed. Jacob slapped Axel but they still kept kissing. They went out for a week and then broke up because Axel said he hated himself, and hid inside his room for months.
Jacob met his next girlfriend in Level 5, a club that used to exist in the Hilton Hotel. He offered her a tablet, and she took it, and they walked around Queen Street Mall, high, stumbling around, wondering, wondering, talking, flirting, touching. She slapped him. They went to his home and had sex. They broke up after two months. Jacob met his next girlfriend that same year. She liked to write music. She’d compose it on the piano and sing, and all her friends and family would watch. Jacob said she was a very good kisser. She liked how roses die and get replaced. She liked the colour of airplanes. She liked racial jokes. They had sex in his bedroom, and all Jacob could think about was where Mozart was. They broke up after four months, because Axel started calling Jacob again.
Jacob’s first one night stand occurred when he was twenty. He met a girl in The Victory, and he was more drunk than she was, and she had big arms and she smoked and laughed loudly and had friends with beards. He fucked her in his bedroom and told her to get the hell out of there the next morning. Jacob went to the embassy the next week and met Cassandra. They took pills. She kept asking him questions about colours. She would only talk about her work. They fucked in his bedroom. All he could hear was the curtain slowly tapping the wall.
This occurred while he was dating Axel. Eventually, the guilt took over and Jacob told Axel about everything. In turn, Axel became a heroin addict and eventually had to go to rehab, the hole in his arm a hurt little volcano. Axel moved to Townsville to get over it all. They broke up. Jacob met his next girl in university, in a lecture hall. She was sitting by herself and he made her laugh. She liked to draw Hello Kitty in her diary. She liked recording messages on CD or tape and sending them to him via mail. He fucked her in his apartment bedroom and told her he hated her afterwards. Jacob’s next thing was Sarah, this girl who worked at a clothing store in the Valley. She liked white pants but never wore them because she was secretly scared of shitting herself and having an embarrassing stain. She kissed like she was afraid. She loved goodnight kisses. Jacob fucked her on the floor of his apartment bedroom. They fucked for weeks until Jacob told her that he was gay and found her ugly. He told her to move the fuck out. Jacob moved to Townsville for a reason he couldn’t understand.
Jacob met Axel again in a local bar. Jacob broke down in front of everyone and cried on Axel’s shoulder. Axel broke down, too. There was a big scene involving a lot of curious tourists. They danced next to a brick wall. They held hands without deliberation. Things fluttered. Jacob shaved. Smiled. Made jokes. Helped people out. One night, Axel brought his little sister out to the cinemas. As he was walking out, about 7 Aboriginal men started swearing at him. Axel made a remark. One of the men said “What?” Axel realised he made a mistake, and he said “Nothing.” But they persisted, and eventually started hitting him. They called him names like "white cunt" and “faggot” and “pussy” and “poofter.” They stomped on his head. They kicked his body. They punched. They ran away. Axel’s little sister cried. Axel had red eyes in the hospital. He had no teeth. His lips were torn. He couldn’t move. He killed himself a month later. He didn’t write anything. Jacob moved back to Brisbane.
Jacob’s next girl was Samantha. She didn’t want to have sex. Jacob wanted to fuck her but she constantly refused. Jacob wanted to give her pills but she constantly refused. He wanted to go clubbing but she wanted to sing. Jacob submitted and found the beauty in holding hands. She taught him how to smile again. He had trouble sleeping and she’d have trouble sleeping too, for him. She loved him and he loved her. They broke up after nine months.
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Comment by Always Eighteen
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Comment by Adrian
Philosophy Blog
Durex reckons:
* People around the world have had an average number of 10.5 sexual partners
* More than a quarter (27%) have had only one partner while 21% have had sex with more than 10 people
* Men have had more sexual partners than women - 12.4 compared to 7.2
(And the average for Australian men is 12.4.)
* The Chinese have had more sexual partners than anyone else - 19.3 compared with the Brazilians (15.2), the Japanese (12.7) and the Danes (12.5)
* Those in Vietnam have had the fewest sexual partners - 2.5 compared with Hong Kong (3.5), India (3.7) and Malaysia (4.2)
Comment by Always Eighteen
Always Eighteen
I'm going to move to China now, heh.
I heard a rumour that the old emperor of China had something like 3000 concubines. I wonder how many he had sex with.
And who participated in the survey?
Comment by Lilla
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...what a poignant, funny/sad, tragic story of life and death and sexuality... again, brilliantly told by you...bravo!
Adrian, I think your statistics are all wrong... or from a different epoch to those I knew in the 70s and 80s... when were these taken (?)
haunting Ae, haunting...
Lilla...