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“Well, yeah, but how
did you two meet, then?” Esmé was accusing as she looked at Jason
and Luigi.
Jason coloured.
Luigi smiled astringently
at her, his shiny black-olive eyes a little cynical, a little sad.
“It's not that easy, Esmé. We are outcasts. We can't meet people
like you can, you know, a bloke fancies a sheila, he just goes up to
her and makes with the happy noises, and then before you know it …
But with us, if we go up to someone we fancy, he could be a raving
homophobe, and next thing we've lost a tooth or two and are in
emergency getting our jaw wired.”
“Yeah, and ...” began
Keith.
“... hang on, lemme
finish.” Luigi took a breath. “OK, so you try a different
approach. You make friends with another man. You don't mention sex,
you don't make passes, you just try to be friends, and fuck it, next
thing you're in love, and you discover he's as straight as a
plumber's rule, and you've lost your fucking heart to him. At least
if you get down to business quickly, at least then you know that
you're on the same page. That's why we pick blokes up.”
“Yeah, and the problem
is that sometimes that's the only thing we have in common with them.
That we can fuck.” Keith was bitter.
“Yeah, and then
we get a kind of taste for the chase, we don't even want something
permanent, or we don't want it enough, so we just keep on trawling
the meat racks, and then when we're old we have nobody.” Luigi
spoke softly but his tone was savage.
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