31 Ejaculations: No. 28

Redheads are always a little crazy.

By Eric Bogosian

Published July 12, 2000 7:30PM (EDT)

She liked to run. And kayak. And pull herself hand-over-hand up cliffsides. And ski Black Diamond. She wasn't grim about it. Oh no, it exhilarated her. And when she was exhilarated, she laughed, a big laugh. She was tall, with a strong back, and long, powerful legs. But despite her strength, she had soft peach-colored skin, full breasts and a hug that was almost always preceded by the words, "Come here." And that laugh.

Redheads are always a little crazy. But that makes sex even more upside-down and inside-out. Which is a good thing. She had a habit of kicking my buns with her heels when I was in her, as if nudging me in a little deeper. She had a habit of scratching and biting.

Some people scream, some people shout, some people don't say anything. She would simply whisper in my ear, "Fuck me. Your dick is so big!" I'd look to see if she was laughing, but she wasn't.

The laugh was what made it all great. The laugh, that never departed, no matter where we were. It said "Joy. Joy. Joy." And joy is good. I live for joy.

I don't ski Black Diamond. In fact, I don't ski at all. And if I were ever able to scale a rock face with my bare hands, I'm sure that halfway up, I would freeze and they'd have to call in the medevac helicopter. Even if I were only 20 feet off the ground.

When I was with her, all that astounding energy, all that buoyancy she possessed buoyed me up as well. She conferred an immense, smiling passion that refused to be swallowed up in the vast dreary cesspool of day-to-day life.

And when she laughed, I had no choice, I had to smile. And when we finally came together, after swimming up the channels of our love, breathless (me astounded by my own vitality), she wasn't the only one laughing.

My laughter would come out of me like a small explosion. I would crest into her, there would be that head-swimming moment when past, present and future collapses into the now. Then I would rear up, shiny with sweat, she looking up at me. And it would come, better than the orgasm, full of exultation. Unable to stop myself, I would laugh. A hearty laugh. From my belly up through my nipples.

And she'd be lying there all languid and ask "What's so funny, pal?" And I'd say, "Nothing."

Read No. 29.

Eric Bogosian

Eric Bogosian's new book is "Operation Nemesis: The Assassination Plot that Avenged the Armenian Genocide" (Little Brown). He is best known as a playwright, novelist and actor. He wrote and starred in the play, "Talk Radio" (NYSF - 1987; on Broadway starring Liev Schreiber- 2007), for which he was nominated for a Pulitzer Prize and the Tony award. For his film adaptation of the play, Bogosian received the Berlin Film Festival "Silver Bear." His six solo performances Off-Broadway between 1980 and 2000, (including "Drinking in America", "Sex, Drugs, Rock & Roll" and "Wake Up and Smell the Coffee") received three Obie awards. In addition to "Talk Radio", Bogosian has written a number of full-length plays including "subUrbia" (LCT, Second Stage, also adapted to film), "Griller" (Goodman), "Red Angel" (Williamstown Theater Festival), "Humpty Dumpty" (The McCarter), 1+1 (New York Stage and Film). He is also the author of three novels, "Mall", "Wasted Beauty" and "Perforated Heart" and a novella, "Notes from Underground." He is a Guggenheim fellow.

MORE FROM Eric Bogosian

Related Topics ------------------------------------------

Love And Sex Sex