JESUS NATION SEX REBEL, mini-chapter 30

30. CREAMPUFFS

After church they went for a walk. Adam asked Eve if she wanted to eat a creampuff. There was a Japanese store on Broadway that made creampuffs fresh. Very popular.

“That’ll be nice,” she said.

The line reached outside the store. They joined it.

“How is your work?” he asked.

“It’s going fine,” she said. “A variety of cases to focus on. What about yours?”

“I’m having some trouble with the Young Age Creationists again,” he said.

“What kind of trouble?”

“One of the students read a book that was not on my list, and now he’s bragging in front of the girls with his extra knowledge. Not to put too fine a point on it, he argues with me in class. Inordinately.”

“Maybe he belongs to Jeremiah Luther’s new group.”

“It’s possible.”

“A lot of my cures do things like that. They become more Christianist once they’re cured -- as if they’re trying to make up for their earlier homosexualism.”

“Being Christianist is taking one’s faith to the point of perversity.”

“I try to tell them that, but if it helps them stay cured, who am I to complain?”

“Do you still see them after they’re cured?”

“Indeed. Behavior Management requires a year-long follow-up.”

“Behavior Management is very thorough.”

“They have to be, don’t they? The homosexual dysfunction is tenacious.”

He smiled to himself. A sexual dysfunction was a sexual desire. How could you cure desire? He was sure most of her “cures” were fakers, an accusation made by those anti-cure Christians who wanted all homosexuals jailed.

“Some of my patients regard their homosexualism as part of their psychological makeup.”

He went along with her claptrap. “You have to change their identity as well as their desire.”

“They need a total personality makeover. Which is difficult, because they don’t have any natural heterosexuality to fall back on. They’ve had their deviant yearnings for as long as they remember. They’ve never had a fall from grace.”

“But I thought homosexuality was a choice. Are you saying it isn’t?” Damn. That just slipped out.

Eve smiled brightly. Adam made challenging, intelligent comments. Bible good: intelligent comments and questions were sexy.

“Most scientists believe heterosexuality is our natural state. But I’m part of a small rebellion regarding this. God would not willfully create homosexuals, the majority says. But nature itself can be aberrant. Nature is full of mistakes, which the scientist must correct.”

“Sometimes I imagine humanity itself is a mistake,” said Adam. Best to change the whole discussion.

“That’s why we have Christianity, to correct the mistake that is humanity.”

“In the final analysis, God took pity on us when He gave us Christianity.” Good. Now they were on safe ground.

“We might need a new Christ, a new prophet, like this Jeremiah Luther,” said Eve. “Our nation is devout, but the rest of the world is going to hell, isn’t it? How can we save them from perdition?”

“At the end of the day we have no instrument other than war.”

“Radical therapy.”

“The point being it’s our job to launch one crusade after another.”

They both thought of the Jesus troops barracked in foreign lands.

“I guess I’m a crusader with a small focus, regarding homosexuals,” said Eve. Oh no, now she’s back on that dangerous subject again.

“Taking the world back for Christ, one homosexual at a time.” He felt like congratulating himself on a perfectly smooth banality.

Behind the creampuff counter, the young Japanese man -- sleek, neat, and seemingly many-tentacled -- took a creampuff from under the counter and placed it on a board, white with dough.

“I believe in small changes,” Eve said. “If one can change one little thing, let in a little air, the rigidly fixed personality gets a chance to breathe deeply again.”

Inwardly, Adam entertained himself with a little smirk: staring at her breast displacement made a small change in him, and he did not mind if it made his lust breathe freely. He wanted to hear her expound about freely breathing personalities as she tightened her lips around his sex. He liked the feeling of being used in bed. Lying back. Giving the woman a chance to have her way with him. He hoped she had that in her. He wanted to be wanted. He wanted an emotion to flow from her to him. He wanted the glow of sex to stimulate the glow of love.

The Japanese man picked up his instrument -- a short pipe, open at one end, with a rubber bag at the other. It looked like a round creature with a single appendage.

Eve looked at Adam’s profile. She couldn’t quite read him. She sincerely hoped he was a sexual adventurer. She had to overcome her Secret Sexual Lack, and for that she needed technical expertise. This was to be a scientific endeavor, such as she undertook in her professional life. A sexual cure. The last thing she was looking for was love. That delusion. That fiction.

The Japanese man pumped the bag full of cream from a big machine. The cream was yellow and slow-movingly thick. Then he closed the bag and took up its pipe end in his other hand. He guided the open end of pipe to the creampuff, rested its metal against the dusted dough for a moment, and then, smiling, thrust it in deep.

The creampuff folded in under the thrust, and then spread itself out around the pipe inside it. At the other end of the pipe, the man squeezed the bag till it was empty. Eve and Adam thought about the cream being spurted into the center of the dough in a dense, thick, rich injection.

Eve looked at Adam and smiled. Her hand touched his shoulder.

“Would you like to bring your creampuff over to my place to complement it with a glass of wine?”


TOMORROW'S EPISODE: Author's note: well, it looks like we're finally going to have our first sex scene. About time.