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GLOWING EYES

What are you reading?

A magazine.

I read, I read... I'm flipping through.

- It's the best moment of the day. - Speak for yourself!

The Two Headed Pussy

There are more pigeons than clients!

Get the hell out of here!

- There you are! - It's the full moon. I need cock!

Your ticket!

Leave off, will you...

Don't stay there, you'll get me into trouble...

Just five minutes. The time to finish our joint...

No. Get out of here!

- How much? - 31 FRS 40, as written.

Can you change this for us? We have too many coins...

I'll change it and then you leave, alright?

Thanks.

Don't stay here! Don't make me call the police.

That's the only word you know, you French... the police...

I don't want my cinema being closed down.

If you don't go, I'm calling the police.

You stupid cow! Weren't you young once?

Young...

What do you know about my youth? At least, I've never begged...

They can't even stand up straight. They would do anything for a beer!

My youth. You should sell your arse, rather than begging!

Here, do you want my arse?

Take it, but it's not for sale, you old cow!

Go on! Get the hell out!

Bitch! Go! Get out!

- You're harsh! - They want everything for nothing.

Been singing in the park, have you?

One ticket, please.

One ticket, please.

When I was little, my father always used to say I was a tomboy.

And no one ever says, my son is a tom-girl.

I was always being told:

"Be a man, don't cry, don't do this, don't do that."

So many rules and look at the result.

Give me another tissue.

This one's a cutie...

- No, thank you. - Too bad. We'll see later on...

I'm here, I'm not going to move... Well, in a manner of speaking!

Not bad, hey?

Don't you want to give it a go with a...

You're wrong... maybe I'm freaky,

because of what I see, but you're wrong.

You should give it a try, just to see what it's like...

I've got time.

You've got time... That's what you think.

I know old people whose only regret is

to have never had a homosexual affair.

Men and women, alike... Once you're old what can you do,

everything's flabby and dead...

You're useless, just good enough to pay...

- I'm not interested. - That's what they say...

Personally I've done it all...

from in front, from behind, women too,

I won't die ignorant.

Now, I don't do anything anymore... I'm a saint.

The biggest whores were the greatest saints.

Think of Maria Magdalena...

I am Maria Magdalena... When I love, I really do.

I haven't used that word for almost twenty years...

The day I say it again, it will kick.

To me, for instance.

You're too nice.

Do you think it's fun being a cashier?

I wanted to be a dancer... To dance on points... I loved that.

Back home in Italy, when I was little, a company came by:

They performed "Swan Lake".

It was a long time ago...

- Would you get me a beer? - Yes.

- No, a whisky, it'll cheer me up... - OK.

Get a flask!

Come on, let's go to the toilets...

We'll be more at ease.

As usual.

Good afternoon.

It's been a long time. No, not today...

There's no reason.

Come on, it's a pleasure. The boss is not here...

- No, no. - Go on, get in!

With him, it's any time, any place.

Feels good, right? Are you alright?

Haven't done anything.

It'll be better like that.

One ticket please.

When I was twenty, I lived with a rich man

for five years...

He thought I was a lazy bitch... didn't want to do anything...

he wanted me to continue my studies, to learn English...

Yeah right, I tried...

After two years in class, I was asked:

"What time is it, please?"

"Sunday" I answered...

I understood straight away that it wasn't for me.

He got tired and dumped me.

When you're young you have no choice.

You either have your parents, or you work, or you whore around...

I couldn't steal... I hadn't the guts,

I stole feelings instead.

When you're young you speak nonsense...

One needs to be loved...

Then, you can get anything you want...

Or you get yourself pregnant.

I couldn't, myself...

It's not worth it just for a quickie. I tried, but I couldn't.

Still, a trick is easier than sleeping with someone...

you don't love.

I don't want to hear about sex... I know...

All that blokes want is to fuck.

Stick it in, come and go back to sleep.

And you lie there like an idiot.

You want to take them in your arms... snuggle up to them

but you daren't... They'll say you're clingy.

They'll think: "Oh no! This one is after marriage.

"She'll want a kid."

They sometimes think that. Actually, they're not wrong...

A friend of mine, every time it worked with a man,

she would arrive with her pressure-cooker...

the men clicked on straight away, and would kick her out.

When you're forty, you have to hurry...

I didn't run any risk, as I'd been so butchered...

because 30 years ago, there were no abortions...

Nowadays, if I lived with someone... with my habits!

I fart, I snore... I would feel embarrassed...

I swell up, I become bloated... my colon is too long.

I should have an operation... Yeah right, an operation...

- I just fart... - Hello.

Thirty one francs forty...

Give me another whisky.

Sometimes, I think:

"Make coffee for two in the morning...

"put a clean table- cloth on... Make some toast..."

Rather than having only one cup to wash...

Daily routine is no fun...

You go to bed, you get up, you call girlfriends,

they all complain...

about money, about AIDS, no love life...

They're depressing.

"Come to dinner, you'll make us laugh".

Of course, they are dead bored!

Couples without kids bore themselves to death...

They always need a third party for distraction...

When I'm down, I don't call people.

You can call me.

Fuck! It jumped again...

The joint comes unstuck...

- I have no condoms left. - Don't worry, I won't spit in.

Go on, give me a fill-up.

OK, it's the last one then!

You're new... you're not used to me.

I can take five or six...

Besides I don't drive, I live next door.

How do you think I got my apartment?

I don't know.

With my heart.

Yes, with my heart. You're bluffed, aren't you...

When I arrived in my village in France,

a circus was in town.

There was a trapeze artist.

She was called Yanne.

She was so beautiful... just like Gina Lollobrigida.

Really. I saw all her films after that.

She looked like her.

It lasted four years... I went everywhere with her.

Four years of happiness.

She fell down in front of me in Mortmaison.

Terrible...

She had made a will

and had left me her apartment in Paris.

There, next door!

I haven't anything to give you, you know.

Yes, you have. Your kindness.

It's precious these days... but it's not enough...

You soon get bored of kindness.

You need a bit of kindness and a bit of perversity. Otherwise it's boring.

See, the problem with couples is the routine...

Once you're too sure of each other, you draw apart...

You always need some mystery. Otherwise it won't work.

It's OK when you're young, you dream,

but at my age, live separately.

Right?

Let me give you a kiss.

I love your voice...

It's sensual. It electrifies me.

It thrills me.

Please, I've heard that for twenty years...

Some have beautiful eyes, for others it's their voice...

"T'as de beaux yeux, tu sais." Do you know that?

You're cute. You're really cute.

One wants to be in your arms...

You'd have two cups to wash, then.

You keep your wits about you! Give me another whisky.

There's none left. I'll get you some more.

They're lovely, like silk.

I'm off.

- Hello. - Hi.

- I haven't got any change. - We've got some, dear.

No coins, I lose them all.

- Many in? - You'll see.

That one's not bad.

There are only idiots here.

They don't know what they want.

Can't do anything with these transvestites around.

I've been here an hour... Haven't done anything.

Well, we can't beat it.

I don't care... I don't do anything anymore.

I'm here, I sleep.

I jerk off a bit and I sleep.

I only feel good here, in this place, in the dark.

I think and I write.

I bring a pen like a reporter at a dress rehearsal.

I don't do anything anymore.

I don't suck... I gather nectar like a bee.

I am a bee... I suck around.

Well, I'll give it a try.

I might get beaten up, we'll see...

Is your cock big?

Sorry?

Your cock, is it big?

I don't know.

Is it as big as mine?

- Let's see. - Take a look.

Touch mine...

What's it like?

It's big.

And your balls, are they big?

They're here...

Touch mine...

So?

They're nice.

Do you want me to suck you?

- Yes. - Got a rubber?

Put it on.

Do I suck as well as your wife?

Have you got AIDS?

I hope not...

- Haven't you had the test? - No.

We had it in the army.

Have you got fifty francs?

It's a bargain. I charge a hundred in the army.

Stand-up so I can suck you...

Here? There are people around!

Yes, it sucks...

You want to fuck me? We could go to the toilets...

I'm not hard enough.

Look...

Look at that bloke there... Nice arse...

I'm coming...

I'm coming...

- Where shall I come? - Here.

I've been watching you, you know...

See what a nice girl I am, I didn't disturb you.

It got me all excited...

He was handsome.

You're not bad either...

Did you come?

No, I hate being sucked.

But he was handsome.

Shall I finish you off? You must have been so hot...

That's nice... but no, thanks.

I don't like being seduced.

Forget it. We are looking for the same thing.

Seeing you jerk off like that got me all hot.

Even more than if I had done it.

It's the hormones...

I'm sensitive... more sensual...

Have you seen my little tits?

Look...

I'm like a woman.

I am a woman.

I am better than a woman.

Nobody can resist me.

Look at my eyes...

I've got glowing eyes...

I am a woman... I am a woman.

Drop it.

You are nice...

I like you.

I really do.

Too bad for me.

- A bit of air... - It is really hot.

Listen...

I wrote this. Tell me what you think.

"You are at home by yourself. You write.

"Your story, stories...

"You can't... so you go out...

"You take your pen, your paper, you never know...

"You go back in time...

"you arrive in Paris... You sell your charms,

"your feelings...

"Dad, where are you? Who are you?

"You play with dolls... Fragile...

"You doubt... You suffer... You are ill...

"already a little dead.

"You protect yourself... for whom... why...

"for yourself.

"Fuck... drink... sleep... you don't dare...

"You are afraid...

"afraid to die... afraid to live...

"All around you they are dead and there you are, on the fringe...

"Your immunity is strong, very strong...

"You don't understand... when is it your turn... when...

"You're ill at ease with yourself...

"You remember... 1983...

"Hepatitis B... September 13th, 1983...

"You remember, your mother has died...

"sweat... panic... silence...

"It suits you.

"Too early... too late...

"we know nothing.

"You flirt. The cock is there, dirt goes away...

"One year... seventeen years... you hold on...

"You have the test... deep anxiety...

"You throw up... you want to play...

"you want to come... you can't anymore...

"You are cold...

"O love... love always...

"Love is there...

"Love is dead."

I like it. It all suits me...

Illness suits me because it prevents me from working.

It is a good excuse.

I am one of the survivors.

2% are like me, without treatment.

700 T4, it is not bad after seventeen years.

What scares me is the deterioration...

when it shows that you are as skinny as a corpse.

Even with the treatment you are reprieved.

You are still alive but already a little dead.

See that? It is the jacket of a friend who died from AIDS...

I'm prolonging his life.

Aren't you worried that it will bring you bad luck?

We will see...

What is terrible is that when a friend dies

it reassures me.

I say to myself, there goes another one

and it is not my turn yet.

I only cried for one of them.

Said...

He loved me and I didn't realize.

And your wife, are you married? You have a wedding ring.

No, it makes me look straight. It inspires confidence.

It reassures them.

See,

here are extra large condoms for big cocks...

and here are normal sized ones

for small cocks.

Fifty francs, left sock and a hundred in the right one, just in case.

- Stingy! - They don't ask for more.

- And the cream? - Here.

- What organization! - I have to be organized.

The thing is that small dicks hurt more than big ones.

It's the revenge of the small dicks.

Blokes with small dicks have to fight back.

The only advantage is for condoms...

They break less... It is less risky.

You're a hell of an expert.

I don't know what it's like anymore... I only had losers.

I only felt good with old people. Others sucked...

One was a security guard, he only loved his dog.

The other one was a cop. With his uniform, his cap, his gun...

I couldn't stand it. He could only fuck when dressed.

I won't even talk about the one who had boas...

I only had suckers.

Anyway, I'm never satisfied.

I always want something I haven't got. I've always been like that.

Once, someone suggested I have psychoanalysis...

Psychoanalysis... I didn't even know what that meant.

I thought it was a blood test.

A psychoanalysis! I tried... I didn't understand anything.

I had to make a transfer.

Talk about transfer... I could only think of his cock.

A nice cock in the arse is better than analysis, trust me...

Since I stopped going I've felt much better.

Thank god I'm up here...

Everybody out!

Button up or we'll take you in.

Smoking is forbidden! Your ID!

You there...

You're not in a hotel... ID!

- I don't have any. - What's your name?

- Mohamed Nieri. - Come with me.

Mine is good... Let's go.

Check these...

Why don't these faggots go and see gay films...

I could never understand that.

You forgot your little cap, darling!

- What are you doing? - Nothing.

Hello.

One ticket, please.

Jean?

It's Jean, isn't it? I recognize you...

He stole my money... At the sex-shop...

You stole a thousand francs from me...

I don't mind you fucking me, but I do mind you stealing from me.

He gets fucked and then robs you.

They come to you, they get fucked like queens

and then they steal your money.

What's the matter with you? Dream on, yeah!

Rue des Martyrs, 6th floor... does it ring a bell?

Maybe he's got a double.

Double my arse! He's got phimosis.

- Show us your cock, we'll see... - Stop!

I know him, he's a regular... He wouldn't hurt a fly.

Look at him, he prefers to leave...

It's him, I'm sure of it.

At night, they all look the same...

It wasn't night time, it was broad daylight...

Do you know what I call these blokes? Fragile rectums.

That's right, fragile rectums...

You can laugh... you're just the same!

Mine is not fragile, it's sensitive.

We are just good enough to be tricked...

You are all the same...

Shit!

With pleasure.

She is beautiful.

I admire her. It's a shame, but I wouldn't dare.

I could lend you a wig if you like and a skirt...

I'll keep them there.

I've got a dark one, Mireille Mathieu style.

It would suit you better than blonde. As for shoes...

I wouldn't dare...

Me as a man, and you as a woman...

Tomorrow I'll come as a man.

I knew a transvestite couple.

He was dressed as a woman, and she as a man...

They had a child, Nicolas. He was gorgeous.

Nicolas would call his father "mum" and his mother "dad"...

It was going well. They worked at "Madame Arthur".

One day, the mother died in a car crash.

The father took back his identity,

From one day to the next

the child had to call his father "mum".

I'm sure he was traumatized.

I wonder what happened to him.

He probably sees a psychiatrist.

Sometimes, I feel like doing stupid things.

Really stupid...

Even fucking without protection...

I can still resist...

I don't know for how long...

My conscience is clear, I've been using condoms since 85...

85! And before then?

They said that you could do without,

- if you didn't ejaculate... - They're unbelievable!

Remember the contaminated blood affair...

That happened to a girlfriend of mine. After an operation...

It's really not fair... If you had pleasure, you can handle it,

but like that, it's tough.

There is a 20-year-old bloke, HIV positive...

He only fucked once... Bad luck.

They're too trusting.

I tell them not to take things on face value. They don't listen.

One wouldn't think when one sees you...

My doctor told me I shouldn't be contagious,

considering my results...

Consult a different doctor.

I've done that.

Anyway, I can't handle it in bed...

I want to tell, but I can't.

Not straight away...

Once, I met a man who was HIV positive...

He had told me...

I couldn't get it up.

I slept with him from pity.

You can't imagine the precautions one has to take...

The cream, the condoms, make sure they don't split...

It turns me off...

And anyway, I can't with faggots. If they look like faggots, I can't.

Not to mention the queens...

Actually, there is nothing more queen than queens criticizing queens...

I like a threesome... two men and a woman.

It's more practical with a woman. All men buy it...

And alone with a woman?

It's difficult.

It feels good inside there... it's warm... it's made for that...

but to go through with it...

I am with women what straight men are with men...

Only twice a year.

Twice a year?

When I was young, I lived with a rich woman...

It was going well...

I forced myself a little... it was OK...

It went on for three years...

She would always say:

"Stop, stop, I can see stars!"

I must have been a real bargain...

Then I went with men...

Happens quickly, you know...

It's funny,

at sixteen I used to beat up faggots,

at twenty I slept with them.

They called me "Fifty dollars"...

Fifty dollars a client, it's not bad.

Especially thirty years ago.

But you pay for it...

It's all distorted...

I didn't know what pleasure was...

I had no youth.

I sold my youth.

When I was little,

my parents used to make love in front of me...

I even slept naked on top of my mother...

So you see how I started off in life...

I must have been predisposed...

I always watched my father get undressed, never my mother.

Thank goodness,

otherwise I would have never left...

I would have stayed in my village selling vegetables...

Perhaps I would have been happier...

I would probably have voted Le Pen like my brother does.

It's awful...

What makes me happy is that he votes Le Pen,

his son is gay,

his daughter married a black man, and he's on Prozac...

It's exhilarating...

Other people's troubles exhilarate me.

He is not lucky actually...

He bought a pavilion four hundred thousand francs

twenty years ago...

It is only worth two hundred thousand now...

There are only Arabs in the area...

It's as stupid as that.

It drives me wild...

I was robbed by Arabs a few times.

I haven't told him, he would be too pleased.

I can't blame him, I have done worse things.

I used to bring absolutely anybody to my place.

Now, even a fly frightens me...

any encounter scares me.

I faint on the third floor.

You should be living with a girlfriend who lives like you do.

My girlfriend who has AIDS lives with a homeless guy.

She is very happy.

I've got sore feet.

- How many have you done? - Me? Half a dozen.

But big ones... really big ones.

Four very, very big ones...

- I did four, but only stars! - Stars?

Have you seen any stars around here, in the dark!

There are some hot blokes coming here to see me.

For you?

I'll stay until closure.

A bloke should be coming... He comes every Thursday.

He is not bad! He comes for me.

- Handsome? - Suit and tie, married...

He shuts his mouth...

I take them home. I'm here to make contact.

They come to my place... We're alone, it's better.

Contacts!

At your place?

I met a really hot bloke, clever, a bodybuilder...

- Are you mad? A bodybuilder! - Yeah, but he was clever.

It's not the brains that you suck!

I'm off. See you!

Here, take over. I must go to the toilet.

I've had my fill.

See you, girls!

- Do you want one? - I don't smoke.

- Where is your accent from? - From south- west.

- Whereabouts in the south- west? - Auch. I'm from Gascony.

"Gascon, you moron. Parisian, you villain."

That's it, isn't it?

Yes, or "Paris dwellers, you suckers..."

Can see you've played sport! It shows...

Yeah, I've played rugby. I was wing three-quarter.

And don't you miss that around here?

Not rugby. But friends, yeah.

One has trouble making friends around here.

- And girlfriends? - Girlfriends? They come and go...

It's not difficult. After a while I'm fed up...

I prefer male friends. It's better between men.

You've come to the right place, then!

Not in that sense.

But it doesn't bother me, as long as I'm left in peace.

It's a bit surprising when you're not used to it. But you get used to it...

Back home things go on, in the changing-rooms...

But it's just for a laugh.

Lots of them dress up as women, but it's just for fun...

When you see them here...

they're like women... It's misleading...

Aren't you tempted?

To be honest... I'm a bit confused.

- And alone with a man? - I've never tried.

A threesome is good.

Two men and a woman. Generally it starts like that...

Three people or with a transvestite,

and then, you end up with a man...

I'd prefer two women and a man...

Since being in Paris, I think differently...

I've only been here six months... I already think differently...

You can find anything around here...

At first it is a bit of a surprise, then you get used to it.

In Auch, there is no choice. Everyone is normal.

And faggots... we never talk about them.

Nana is urging me to have an affair with a...

I don't know how to describe...

they are still men...

But here, like beasts... I can't.

I heard couples used to come here...

- I've never seen any around... - We don't see any anymore.

They go to swingers clubs, saunas or to the Bois de Boulogne...

It is better to go with a girl or they won't let you in.

And in the wood,

you wait hours for nothing if you're alone.

I went to the wood. I didn't see anything.

I was even offered money. I didn't want to.

I was broke, but I wouldn't have gone as far as prostitution.

There are women prostitutes, why not men prostitutes...

I don't know. We are not used to it.

Anyway, a man is not made for that.

And why not?

If you can buy a shirt, why not buy a cock?

It's not the same...

And the men that go to prostitutes...

they don't ask themselves questions, they pay them.

Why not pay a gigolo... It's practical and it's cheaper.

- So mates, everything alright? - We were talking.

Have you noticed? I took my time.

He is very engaging.

A threesome would work...

He hesitates, I can tell...

When you hesitate, it means you are ready.

You must pick the right moment, that's all...

Leave it to me.

The two headed pussy. Yes...

The show ends at 10 pm...

Thank you, goodbye.

Get lost, alright?

I sit where I want.

There are other seats...

- I'm alright here! - Get away, you fucking faggot!

Here...

Don't insist, he doesn't like faggots... Let them come to you.

You didn't lose much, he has a small dick and comes like a rabbit.

Keep it, there is blood on it.

See you tomorrow.

Do you have any whisky left?

Shall we have a drink at your place?

I daren't.

Leave it to me.

Shall the three of us go and have a drink?

If you like...

In the cafe next door...

We could go to your place. I'm sure you have all we need.

- Is it alright with you? - Anything suits me.