![]() ![]() Indeed, at first, I do not know it myself. He has no idea that by the time he picks me up from the airport a few weeks later, I’ll want him to make a donation. And while all this packing and inventory and heavy lifting has everything to do with me, with us, with bringing an end to the long-distance phase of our relationship and making a life together, it does not yet occur to him that what he’s doing has anything whatsoever to do with an Icelandic penis museum. He is sweating there in the triple-digit heat of a Texas summer, sweating as he arranges his life into banker’s boxes and carries them out in bulky white waves to stack against the blank walls of the new place, the place we picked out together, the first apartment we will ever share. While I pay the eight hundred Icelandic krona to visit 276 specimens of pickled, salted, or mounted manhood, Dustin is at home packing boxes. My boyfriend does not come with me to the penis museum. “Upright Members In Good Standing” by A. ![]()
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