The New Age Lonely Hearts Club

The New Age Lonely Hearts Club, a true story.


(Suddenly not so) Serene

Hello.

I’m a manic-depressive and recently, I joined a new age lonely hearts club.
The other week, I met someone who called herself Serene. I told her I was
manic-depressive, and that there’s many a slip ‘twixt disordered thoughts and the zip. Suddenly, she was no longer serene, and I never heard from her again.


Angel Dust

Then, I met Angel Dust. Whoa! She was into speed. That really appealed to my manic side. We met, married and had kids in 30 seconds. Then I got depressed, and she became a blur.


Rusty

Now Rusty was something else. For a start, he was a guy, which was a real surprise. I think he was more surprised than me because he hit me when I tried to fuck him. Early one morning, the New Age Lonely Hearts Club rang to apologise for their mistake. When Rusty answered the phone, they hung up.


Germane

Germane had multiple identities, all of them feminist. Each of
them, and there were many, held me responsible. After that, I could never forgive myselves, and smugly, she went her separatist ways.


Marguerite

Marguerite was a belly dancer with snakes for arms and heart stopping hips. If she wanted to, and she did, she could make you cum with the bat of an eyelid. She also moved minds. Whoa. Unfortunately, I couldn’t remember where she moved mine. I’m still looking. Now, I wobble when I walk & talk funny.



Delly

I met her at the pub. She used to pose for Frank Moorehouse stories. I told her that I once posed as spinifex for Patrick White’s The Tree of Man. She was impressed and we had a great fuck that night. Of course there was never any spinifex in The Tree of Man, and if there was, it just shows that I never read the book anyway.

It’s amazing how sex fucks up your life.

I think I’ll stick to drugs.


The End