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You told me you'd lived there your whole life

We'd been chatting on a dating application and had agreed to meet at an opening

I'd already been thinking about sleeping with you

I googled you and found out you were born 30 years before me

I'd had fantasies about older men since I was a teenager

And now, far from home,

I decided I was finally ready to let myself fall in love with one

It took me a moment to find you even though you're tall

We kissed outside the gallery

It was awkward that first time I'd had to stand on my tiptoes

I touched your chest

And you invited me to your place

Your touch was electric

Your hands on my back, neck, thighs, ass

My lips around your tongue

My fingers in your soft, thick hair Your eyes locked on mine

The whole night, under me, around me, inside me

You disappeared and came back a few minutes later

to slip a piece of cheese into my eager mouth

A few weeks later, I stopped paying rent

and I moved in with you

One morning, I was brushing my teeth

when you pointed out the hair I have on my upper arms

I started shaving them

You told me to start exercising since I'd only be this age once

I wondered which birthday'd

be the one where you'd decide that I'd gotten too old for you

Now it's summer

You're traveling and so am I

You made no promises about seeing me again

But I can't stop thinking about you

Once I got to Chicago, I started thinking about a film

I wrote on my dating profile, inviting men to an audition

"Come to my studio and be on camera.

"You'll receive something in exchange.

"It could be sex or something else."

The guys who came in have agreed to act in a film with me

They don't know what it'll be about

And neither do I

Maybe I'm making it in spite of you

Or maybe it's for you

What specifically is this for?

I'm a filmmaker...

So there's no specific purpose...

It's just... I make films and...

I'll talk in a second...

- I have to concentrate. - Okay.

I'm just gonna frame this.

Okay.

Looks good. Great.

And I'm gonna check on this one.

- Need to shift this over a bit. - Cool.

- Welcome. - Thank you.

Thanks for coming in.

In terms of Grindr, I've been on Grindr for a while.

Met my husband on Grindr, surprisingly.

'Cause it's not really where you...

It's changed over the years. You see more people there

looking for a relationship. But like, "Dude, it's Grindr."

But it can happen...

But that wasn't the purpose.

Recently I've shifted.

I've gotten older.

My libido's not what it used to be,

so I'm not horny all the time, like I was when I was your age,

when we didn't have Grindr.

So I actually am interested in meeting people

just to talk and meet new people.

We've lost that

art of the cruise. Walking around, eyeing a guy...

Brushing up against him,

in a discreet or not-so-discreet way.

Because we've got these apps.

- You know Jackhammer? - I don't.

It's a...

bar. Like, just a bar.

Jackhammer has a basement. They call it "The Hole."

Of course.

It's raunchy, exactly what you'd expect.

Those are things that I'd never experienced...

And had always been a little wary of.

So a friend of mine

was just like, "We've gotta go."

Had that friend been to those places before?

Oh yeah. That's like, his thing.

But it's interesting to see

just demeanors... and seeing people change

as they come down through a room and strip.

Like, seeing how

people kind of come alive in those situations.

You wanna do this interview naked?

No.

I'm really like...

If you want to, we can.

That's all up to you.

If you want to, I'm more than...

I'm comfortable doing it.

Yeah, let's go for it.

- Now we're naked. - Now we're naked.

- Have you done these like this before? - No.

I did two on Tuesday,

and I've done three so far today.

I've got one afterwards.

We've been clothed for each of them.

Is it awkward for you to be naked?

No. There's a tension right now...

different than with the other ones.

What kind of tension do you think?

Sorry, I keep staring.

It's like I wanna touch it, but...

like, "I don't know how he'd take that, if I'm like, 'Can I touch it?'"

That's all up to you.

I think I'd feel uncomfortable.

- You from Chicago? - Originally Alabama.

- What part? - Small, little town...

In the southeast.

I don't know. I grew up in Atlanta.

It's like a 15-hour drive. I do that if I take the dog.

You have a dog? What kind?

English Bull, Boston Terrier mix.

- I love dogs. - He's a big goofball.

- What's his name? - Fatboy.

- He's still got his tail so it wags. - A full tail? Nice!

Let him keep his tail. I haven't even neutered him.

He's five and a half.

Does that cause any problems? Really?

He's a bit more aggressive than normal, but nah.

- What part of town do you live in? - Rogers Park.

- You? - The West Loop.

It's like a 20-minute walk.

I just have a small sublet, close...

Not far from...

So...

You don't have to get dressed again,

but you might feel uncomfortable going out with...

With a hard-on.

I've got someone coming in at nine.

Could you sit right here?

And you're taller than...

The last guy, so I'm gonna...

See... Actually...

That actually works.

Yeah... 6'4".

Yeah, that works.

Do you have anything you're itching to ask, to say?

You don't have to say anything.

That's why we have the hanky code

- in the leather community. - I'm not familiar.

That's a whole other conversation. I can teach you!

- There's a leather convention in Chicago? - You missed it.

I stayed with four pups, men who wear dog masks with tails as dildos

and tails. They walk around in chains often.

Do they speak, if they're pups?

The pups? Yes and no. I mean, they "ruff" a lot.

Someone asked me, "How could you ever be a pup?"

I said, "I'm not a pup, but that you maybe would never

"have to make a decision for yourself is maybe sorta refreshing."

Like, you'd never have to make a decision:

"I need to go pee." "Okay, go pee."

"I'm hungry." "Okay, there's food."

Everything is done for you.

That's sort of euphoric and sounds like you're just a lazy bastard,

but no, think about that:

- You're taken care of. - I can see that.

It's sort of amazing.

I've been into scruffy white guys.

My Scruff was just my Scruff. It has...

A really adorable, like:

"Student getting his MFA, just moved here. Be different from the guy beside you.

"I'm cerebral and smiley." All these things, right?

I'd have a shirtless photo

with a goofy-ass hat on. I'd have my thumbs up, and it's great.

But it didn't stop statements like, "Come rape me."

Or "I'd like you to come over but you might scare the kids." Or, like...

"Give me that nigga dick now" from white people.

So I changed my profile: "Stop asking me to rape you

"and offering money to sleep with you." The comments stopped.

People know it's bad. They see it and they're like, "It's horrible."

But what do you do?

As an artist, I can't just blow 'em up and put 'em in a gallery.

You have to make work about it. You have to fix it for yourself.

As an artist, you have to make work about something so tense to you.

I would like to...

Make a film...

Based on this conversation. A piece of fiction I'll write...

based on our transcript.

I'll contact you about when to shoot that, if you're willing...

Okay. Sure. Okay.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

I don't know how to turn this off.

- I wish I knew how to use this. - Here.

I just stopped recording. To turn it off...

- Do you care about learning? - Teach!

This toggle. Switch it to the middle.

Have fun with this project. Don't try to define it.

- Let it define yourself. - Don't let it?

No, let it define itself. Don't try to define it.

Could you put that on right here.

String it through wherever's convenient.

When's the last time you came?

This morning.

You want me to come?

If that happens, it'd be worth it to stay together.

Is that the line?

"If that happens, it's worth it..."

All right. One more time?

Closer than that?

Let's do one like that.

Want me to move up and down as well?

- No. - No? Just faces.

When was the last time you came?

I think Saturday.

It's been a lot longer than Saturday for me.

You wanna get naked?

You like that?

- I'm sorta scared. - Why?

I dunno.

- Want me to do anything else? - No.

I wanna suck it.

I think I'm done. Yeah.

Finish this beer.

Are you gonna have yourself be in all your films?

- I dunno. - Okay. Just wondering.

It seems...

I won't say odd.

It is unusual. Part of it is...

Even as an artist, I am fairly private.

I would hate for anyone to see me in a film like that.

But I think... you can also consider, like...

"I am an actor."

- That what? - I am an actor.

But I also think the minute that...

You're there and using your name,

everybody's gonna read everything as autobiographical,

'cause people do that anyway,

even if you had a different character and an actor...

and named the person Bob.

You're backing out, but...

I'm not backing out because I was never in!

I don't know if you understand...

How absolutely...

Skin-crawly the whole thing

makes me feel.

Anyway...

Regardless of what we talk about, I enjoy talking to you.

I love you, Mom.

Although now I feel suspicious every time you say it.

You're just saying that to get on my good side!

- But I do love you. - I love you, Mom.

- Bye bye. - Talk to you soon.

- What do you do? - I'm an artist.

What kind of artist?

Visual artist.

- Are you being evasive? - You think so?

You're giving me almost monosyllabic answers.

- What do you wanna know? - What kind of artist are you?

I'm an artist! I make artwork.

Wow, that face.

I make photography.

You gonna tell me what your art's about?

My art deals with visibility.

Visibility of what?

People.

All people?

Very specific types of people.

All right.

I think it's all people, really,

but specifically the way certain types of people are seen...

Or certain people have the right to see.

Who's texting?

Some dude.

Yeah?

I'd like to see your photos.

Maybe I'll take you to my place sometime.

Not bad.

Could you get undressed for me?

Boxers, too.

Stop.

Bow head first.

Down.

Perfect.

Can you get erect?

I don't think I can get hard.

- A different pose would help. - Okay.

Put these on.

Stop.

Keep going.

Stop.

What do you think you'll gain by not listening?

I'm not listening?

You kept going. I said stop.

There must be miscommunication.

You look great.

Okay, try again.

I don't think I can get hard.

I'm done shooting.

I'm sorry.

Doesn't really matter anyway.

Where are you going?

Does it matter?

Why are you...? What...?

I'm gonna go get some coffee.

We had dinner with your ex in the spring

You went to the bathroom and he asked how we'd met

Online, I answered

He said you were an inveterate flirt,

you were unreliable, lascivious, unfaithful

you'd fuck anything that moved,

you'd never change

I believed that you could,

that you would, for me

You came back and picked up the check

We kissed your ex goodbye on the cheek

but I couldn't look him in the eye

Later that night, I told you I loved you

I didn't know how you'd react, I sort of mumbled it

You looked uncomfortable

I felt ashamed and we fell asleep

In the middle of the night we had sex, fast

You didn't look me in the eye,

restrained my hands,

turned my body away from you

I felt your affection again when we fell back asleep

Your heart under my ear

I tried to match our breathing but yours was too fast

Goose Island or a Sweetwater?

We can drink whatever. I don't care.

I can chug beer, but I can't chug wine.

Tried that once...

Not a good ending.

The most interesting thing is...

This was the shirt...

I came home from Iraq in.

One, two, three...

Someone's in the navy.

The pictures in there? That's of my classes that I taught at.

The first class...

Where we're all wearing the blues...

They're prior students,

doing both mounted and unmounted patrols...

When you were in...

- Iraq, you were a corpsman? - Yeah.

Are you gonna be mad if we don't...

No.

I'm just gonna kiss you.

Just reciprocate if you want.

What?

Would you sing for me?

If you get naked for me.

From the moment that we had

So way down in my mind where you belong

I'd go hungry, I'd go blind for you

I'd go crawling down the avenue

Make you happy, make your dreams come true

To make you feel my...

love

I'd also say that unless it's an ironic title,

I don't think it has anything to do about love.

What do you think it has to do with?

It's just a series of encounters that don't have much meaning.

Which I think you could say

is part of the way that I'm looking at love.

I don't think that's love.

It's so sad it almost makes me cry.

It's like, you don't wanna know details

about your parents' sexual life

and you don't wanna know details about your children's sexual life.

But I would go even further:

Basically, I don't wanna know details of anybody's sexual life.

I consider it the least interesting part of anybody's life.

Good morning.

He woke me up.

Did you wake him up, Fatboy?

Let's put him up. If not, he won't leave us alone.

Say: "I'm a jealous...

"jealous widdle puppy. Yes, I am."

How'd you sleep last night?

Pretty well.

I know you lied to me.

What?

Are you dating someone just now?

You were dating someone, right?

- You guys were in a semi-pseudo-relationship? - Yeah.

It's complicated. We're very rarely in the same place.

He's in Mexico City.

Are you in a relationship?

Nuh uh. I was and then...

Then it ended.

It was a week before I'd leave for Chicago

You were downstairs making breakfast

A Sunday morning

Your phone was on the counter

It was still buzzing when I got out of the shower

I picked it up and saw messages

from someone begging to have sex with you again

You'd been texting at dinner the night before

with fire in your eyes

You hadn't looked at me like that in a while

And it hurt to remember when it had been for me

I came downstairs in my underwear, gave you your phone

You said it'd just been a fling

You could barely remember him, you'd just been playing around

There was no emotion in it

Your throat had tightened, your voice was soft

You were kinder than I'd ever seen you

You said you'd ended your last relationship

because your ex had been cheating on you

A week later

you told me you'd cheated on your ex before that for about a year

That's when I started seeing other men

So our agreement is: I don't bring anybody back to the house.

I don't take away time when my husband's home,

'cause he's gone from Monday to Thursday,

so I don't fuck around on Friday to Sunday.

But there are times...

It'd be nice to have...

A friend...

A friend with benefits also, sometimes...

That's something I'm having to work out in my head:

"If we're friends and we're fucking...

"How's that not an affair?"

The way I was thinking about it is:

If the intention... And intention does matter...

If the intention is: We're just gonna be friends

who, once in a while, suck each others' dicks, that's fine.

It was a surprise seeing you the first time.

- Where'd it go? - "Is that a good or bad thing?"

I'm not sure that's a good or bad thing.

You were the first guy to whom I was attracted sexually.

Is that the "suck the dick" line?

I'm sorry...

"We can be...

- "Friends who, once in a while, suck..." - Yeah, I know what it is.

I need to look at you two and get over the embarrassment

of saying it with straight boys in the room.

"We're just..." I can't say it in front of 'em!

"We're just gonna be friends who once in a while suck each other's dicks."

Since Thursday...

I've thought about you a lot.

It began for me when I got your script,

and then you had that line...

"You were the first guy who came in to whom I was attracted sexually."

And I thought, "Well...

"So there was a mutual attraction."

I'm a little confused...

I haven't felt this way in a long time...

I mean, a long time...

Since-I-was-your-age long time. So it's been a while.

I love my husband a lot...

We have a great life together,

and what I'm feeling for you...

I don't know that I want to have sex,

but I do want to know you.

Does that make sense?

Yeah. I mean, it's mutual...

That's a lie. I do wanna have sex with you.

What we're doing here... What I'm doing here...

is such a betrayal.

How often do you come out here?

I try at least once a month, sometimes twice.

To get it ready to sell,

I'm painting the outside, though it needed it regardless.

Just trying to get it sold,

get rid of it.

What made you wanna come out here...

With me?

Do you ever let your beard grow out?

Yes,

but...

Iast time I did, there was a lotta gray in it.

You haven't texted in weeks

I call you and explain what I've been doing in Chicago:

I chatted online with 900 men,

met 12 in person,

and am filming with a few of them

Some of them want to have sex with me

I thought it'd feel good to give them what they want

But I still can't sleep, I'm not eating

I don't feel right about what I'm doing

I stop talking

You seem distracted

It looks like you're answering emails, you keep typing

You tell me I'm crazy and laugh

I want your attention

I want you to tell me to stop

So, my husband...

He'll be...

Back in a few minutes...

Do I need to leave?

Not in the apartment.

- Okay. - Okay.

For you...

To be honest...

To be really, bluntly honest...

This is just like completely narcissistic, you know...

"These are the guys I went out with...

"And aren't I special?" You know?

'Cause in the film, you're a monster, really!

There's a real sense of you using people when you make films.

Why not just write a script and hire actors?

That's not a real normal thing to do in life.

It's like, "My personal life's of great interest to me

"so it must be to everybody else,

"so here it is." It's almost like a comedy.

For me, it is a comedy.

- Huh? - It is a comedy.

I'm not sure people will get it.

So, you remember Miranda?

So Miranda had an uncle,

who...

I think he died of AIDS

just before she was born, and he was gonna be her godfather.

He gave her a stuffed animal, I think,

and wrote her a letter...

Basically saying that he...

He loved her without knowing her,

before she was born,

I think there's something of that when...

you kind of blindly...

Want to put together something that can be meaningful

for people you don't know.

You're supremely aware of what image making is.

Yeah.

And how it can be...

A betrayal, but how it can also be...

A gift.

A gift to whom?

I wanted to say that I'm sorry.

I was not performative...

Sexually.

I really wish that I had been into it

'cause I really like you. I wish there was a possibility on my end.

Something fucked up about me prevented that.

What do you think it was?

I think it's 'cause you're young.

I'm intimidated by people who are...

My age, sexually. Not like...

In terms of friendship.

Interesting.

As much as I want that,

my body's not doing that.

- Okay. - Have you thought about that?

Why you'd be intimidated by someone who's more your age than...

Someone who's less your age... or more than your age.

This guy's in for a good night. I sleep older, too. It's great.

I'd love to hear why you're attracted to him.

- You're thinking too long. - Am I?

You said to me, when we first met:

"I try not to have expectations..." I have granola in my hair.

"...because expectations create frustration

"and lead to disappointment."

Which struck me as wise. I was like, "Wow! You're really wise."

And then you came out with

- all these expectations. - Okay, good.

I disappointed you, and I'm confused about what's between us now.

What was it that you wanted?

I wanted him!

I think you being explicit about it made me not want it.

Maybe that was fair, I mean...

Just 'cause I want it doesn't mean you want it.

I'm curious why you wanna work this out now.

If you didn't want it...

I didn't force it on you,

like you didn't force us to be here. Why...what is this?

Part of the truth in his being obtuse is...

in the artist's mind:

You make something and figure it out later.

You... I think...

like the idea of not having...

A script.

You create scripts, but you like not having a script...

There is this...

artistic persona that I find bothersome:

that finding meaning after the fact.

There might be meaning after, but there had to be some impetus.

We don't do things without impetus.

As soon as I'm alone again, you creep back into my thoughts

I ask you to visit me in Chicago

You come for a few days,

book us a hotel

I'm excited to see you again

but you're texting the whole time

We get to the room, though, and it all comes back

I can't control myself

I need you

I'll do anything for you

The morning you're flying back, I wake up and see you on your phone

You're making plans to see sometime in Mexico after you land:

"I can't wait to taste you again"

You go to shower

and I read other messages you've written:

"I can't stop thinking about you" "Stay the night"

"I'll make you breakfast tomorrow"

I copy your message thread and email it to myself

You kiss me,

leave the hotel room,

and fly back to Mexico

I read your messages over and over,

my face tightening so hard I can't cry

Thank you.

- It's the boy. Wanna talk to him? - What?

It's the child, if you wanna talk to him.

Oh, okay.

- Too busy to talk? - No, not at all.

- Here she is. - Thanks, Dad.

- Hola? - Hey Mom. How's it going?

- Okay. You? - I'm doing all right.

It's hot.

Do you remember the guy who is married?

- No. - Okay. Well, in the film.

- Not really. - Okay. Well, he sent me...

yesterday...

Basically, anyway...

He sent me this message yesterday

that was...

Really...

Bizarre but also maybe... it felt calculated...

It was:

"I don't have time for your project anymore. Good luck...

"I was only in it to fuck you again. That's not happening. My interest's dried up."

Which...

I think...

I don't know. I'm still thinking about it.

I guess it's only to be expected when trying to use real people.

Real people do unexpected things.

Whether you're on camera, off camera,

there's always...

a certain level of manipulation in any type of...

relationship, regardless,

whether it be...

intentional, non-intentional...

Or just to protect.

'Cause it's funny, it's like...

I don't care if I get naked in front of anybody.

I don't care. Does not bother me one bit.

But I won't put myself out there that much.

'Cause when you kinda...

Throw it all on the table,

sometimes people get burned.

There is something there between the two of us.

Definitely sexual tension, from almost the moment...

But there is some attraction between us.

Where that's at, not sure.

If it's just curiosity or what it is, but...

There is something more than just sex.

- Does that feel like it's key for you? - No, not really, but...

it's the icing on the cake.

If it doesn't happen...

It's not gonna be like, "Don't talk to me ever again."

But if it does,

the more the merrier, so to speak.

You've been here for...

about 30 minutes and we still...

We still both have our clothes on.

It's a record!

Fatboy!

No, Fatboy!

I see a bit of it.

Then I've got one where I almost cut off my knuckle.

Which knuckle was that?

Oh, here also?

Opening beer bottles when I used to bartend.

I fell directly on my chin.

And it was cold, so I didn't notice.

Either my parents or my friends...

Said:

"Are you hurt?"

Behind me, I'd left a stream of blood on the ice.

Me and my brother were sword-fighting. He smacked me.

I needed stitches but didn't have any money

so we just cleaned it out.

We were playing in the barn. I slipped off the hay bale,

and a piece of wood went into my leg.

- How'd you pull it out? - We just pulled it out.

My mom had to cut it to get all the wood out.

So are you going back? I didn't know.

I'm leaving on Saturday.

- That's the charm of it for me. - I feel that.

You get to see different parts.

Tonight, I've been to Elmwood Park.

I don't know. I'm not from Chicago.

Basically, it's...

north and west of the city, right on the border.

Somebody tried to put it in me.

It's like that...

quiet... intense lurking...

Somebody's over there behind you.

Somebody's off in the shadows...

It's interesting how hard it is to be invisible.

Today's my birthday.

I've boarded a plane to Paris where I'll be teaching in the fall

You text me,

ask me to spend New Year's with you

It's too late

I've already made plans to spend it with another man

A moment passes

You write me:

"1,877"

"I'm not seeing anyone"

"I'm crying"

"1,877"

You write again

"That's the number of attachments we've sent each other since I got a new phone"

"1,877, I just checked"

You keep writing:

"Why did you talk to me every day?"

"Why did we keep having sex?"

"Why did you give me hope?"

"1,877 attachments"

"I didn't need to find someone else I'm destroyed"

"1,877 staples I now have to tear off my heart"

"Our bodies are so good together"

"I can't imagine life without you"

"Call me, please"

"I love you"

"1,877"

You're still typing when my flight takes off and I lose service

Recently, you said you'd really like somebody

you formed a long-term relationship with...

Yeah.

That's not a thrill-a-minute proposition.

The thrill-a-minute stuff, you get out of your system

- when you're a teenager. - In your twenties?

- Pardon? - In your twenties.

Well, yeah.

A lot of people don't get what they want because

they're looking for something dramatic like in the movies.

But it's not an all-the-time thing

that works constantly.

To be honest, one time when I left your dad,

I thought about it for four months to decide whether to go back.

And I finally decided. And the deciding factor was...

That I liked traveling with Dad more than I liked traveling

with anybody else I'd gone traveling with.

I love that.

We're compatible on the road. It's great!

In the film and in your life,

I want you to do whatever you have to do.

Don't do anything because you want

to please me or actually anybody else.

Just think long and hard about what you're doing,

and what the consequences are going to be. Will you be happy with them?

I appreciate you saying that, Mom.

It crystallizes a lot of how you raised me,

and I'm grateful for that.

Well.

Yeah. Whatever.

I fly to Mexico for work

I want to see you again

And you do, too

I'm exhausted but full of adrenaline

You open the door

Tall and quiet

Gentle

You say it's a surprise seeing me

Your beard has grown out

You know I like that

We walk up the steps

You try to take one of my bags

but it's easier to let me carry it

Your house and your body,

the same but different

A new clearing in the garden

An unfamiliar painting in your bedroom

You wear a white cardigan I've never seen before

You taste the same

We use your phone to film each other

And we make love better than ever before

You know my body

How it moves

What I like

Dislike

What I hate

What I love

You show me what we recorded

And I ask you to send it to me

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