Page 70 of The Stars in the Sky
I looked at him.
"Christ, do you really want to know about the pussy that was before you?" he hissed.
Oh, no. He didn't say that.
He referred to other women as pussy. He just referred to me as pussy.
I got mad.
I knew I had some wine, although not that much, and I knew that I was being unreasonable. I knew I pushed him on it and probably for no reason other than I wanted to get this shit out of him.
I knew it wasn't fair.
But I didn't like being thought of as just a pussy.
That meant that deep down, he didn’t think of me in the way that I was starting to think of him. I was a convenient piece of ass to fuck.
I mean, really, I didn’t like him. We were too different. We’d never agree on the stuff that matters, even if we tried.
Right?
Fuck.
I’d brought this on myself.
"Is that what you think of me?" I hissed back, "Some pussy to stick your dick into? Is that what you think of all women?"
"Of course not."
"But you just said it."
He sighed. "You asked me before why I'm not a feminist. This is one of the reasons. Can't talk to you the way I would talk with a man. Men and women are different. We do different things, we see the world differently. Doesn't make one better than the other. You talk to me differently than you talk to Amelia."
Yeah, I've objectified men. I just looked at him, not answering, not caring that I was being unreasonable.
"We all do it darlin'. Doesn't mean that I don't respect you. Doesn't mean that I have something against women. I just don't support the political feminist agenda."
There.
This, this wasn’t going to work.
It wasn’t working.
I shouldn’t have started it with him.
"This is the problem, Will. You are so closed mouth and sometimes what comes out of your mouth is totally wrong. Totally against my ideals."
"Fuck your ideals," he retorted, immediately.
"See, that's the thing," I said, wagging a finger in his face. "You can say fuck my ideals, but what about yours? What about yours big guy? What have you said fuck it to, for me?"
"Quit chewing for you," he said matter-of-factly.
Oh no. He did.
"Wore your damn shirt. Sang your songs. Drove in your car. Don't want to be listing this shit, just pay attention, Marie. It's not a one-way street here. We're both giving and taking. Wake up."
Wake up.
