ON VIDEOTAPE IN THIS LIBRARY:
The Consummation of
Marcel & Beatrice's Marriage
by Mordantia Bat
the boys were in the yard, preparing the altar. Beatrice was hanging
in the middle of the courtyard, her wrists bound above her head,
her body stretched into discomfort. She was marked, stained with
Today was her wedding day.
Marcel was a grasshopper, a little green boy with
lime-green hair and a complexion so deep and vibrant he made heads
turn when he walked down the street. He was unaware of his effect
on human beings, and when he walked he followed himself as if he
were his own destiny.
Pain. Beatrice knew pain. The night before she was
to marry Marcel, the boys took her into the courtyard and did painful
things to her so that it would seem like Marcel would be rescuing
Marcel got off free because he was a tender boy,
had curly lime-green hair, and wore tight enough pants that EVERYONE
wanted to sleep with him.
But he never said much of anything. He was aloof.
Voyeurism is the ultimate purity as long as you dont
appear to be excited about it. If you dont participate, youre
Marcel was innocent.
Beatrice knew pain.
It was a small community. Beatrice was fourteen when
she first knew pain. Everyone found out about it. They decided she
was a priestess. They made her live in a temple.
They respected her (sort of), made bread for her
sustenance, gave her clothing, and did all those things people are
supposed to do for the religion of their choice, but they talked
about her behind her back. They didnt like it that she wore
pain on her exterior, that she marked herself with razor blades,
that she would on occasion fall to her knees and beat her head against
They didnt like it that she knew how to cry.
Oh, the boys were in the yard, touching Beatrice.
It was okay. Beatrice had never refused anyone at least not
in a way that seemed like refusing although she did cry a
lot and once, just once, she had breathed a deep sigh and had said,
"Please, please, just leave me alone."
But they didnt, and she never repeated the
request, so they thought it was okay.
The boys in the yard truly loved Beatrice.
However, they all wanted Marcel because he seemed
so goddamned unattainable. No one would ever venture to ask Marcel
to go to the movies or to the high school dance well, because
it was just an established fact that he would say no.
There was that night, though, when Rufus had had
a fight with his androgynefriend in a way that hurt Rufus
ego and sense of adequacy. Rufus had taken a bottle of vodka and
went for a walk. He had found Marcel sitting by a fire by the tent
where Marcel lived. Marcel was toasting marshmallows. His complexion
was, in the spastic firelight, alive and enticing and maybe not
so aloof. If Rufus could take Marcel sexually, then his ego and
sense of adequacy would be paramount. So, Rufus put his hands on
Marcels shoulders and slowly brought his lips to Marcels
Marcel shuddered, brushed Rufus hands away
as if he were an unwelcome fly landing on his person.
Rufus was so upset that he didnt even bother
to torture Beatrice. He simply wasnt himself until his androgynefriend
said (he/she) loved and needed him again.
It was a shock to the community when Marcel one day,
in the middle of day it was a spring day, nice weather, cool
breeze, all that sort of rot anyway, it was a shock to them
when Marcel went to Beatrices temple on this rather nice absolutely
normal day. He had never been before. It was even more of a shock
when Marcel announced that evening that he intended to marry Beatrice.
The boys, later that night, took Beatrice out to the movies and
pummelled her in retaliation.
(the wedding ceremony)
Beatrice was simply gorgeous, dressed in gold, her
knees bound tightly together by the gown. Her feet were bare except
for an emerald toe ring, and her hair had been done, at great expense,
by the best salon in the community.
Marcel was in tight jeans and a sleeveless white
It was a lovely ceremony. Hardly anyone snickered.
They took pictures for the local paper. Everyone
oohed when Marcel kissed the bride, and everyone threw rice at Beatrice.
There was a room reserved for the couple at the local
inn, and allegedly unknown to Marcel and Beatrice, Charlie the Innkeeper
had installed a video camera behind the two-way mirror that would
broadcast the erection results (as it were) to a T.V. set at Ronalds
Bar & Grill.
What a reception that would be, hmm?
Marcel took Beatrice into the room. They had dinner
from room service (squab, chocolate cheesecake, champagne, etc.).
They talked for a while about nothing much that interested the spectators
at Ronalds Bar & Grill. They laughed a bit, too, and seemed
to be enjoying one anothers company. Then they took off their
clothes, fucked, drank champagne, and fell asleep in an embrace.
Everyone at Ronalds Bar & Grill was shocked
by the lack of complexity about the whole ordeal.
Marcel behaved no differently in public afterwards,
which was the cause of much speculation.
He had asked Beatrice to move out of the temple and
into his tent. She did so. After that, the boys never quite knew
what to do with themselves when their egos werent adequate
because it seemed vaguely inappropriate to assault Beatrice in Marcels
Besides, watching Beatrice and Marcel fuck in such
a normal almost-caring way had rather disillusioned the boys about
This story was originally published in HOWLING DOG (Detroit, MI),
And was reprinted in SINS of COFFEE, Issue #3 (1989).
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