Selected Work - Huey Helene Alcaro
“If A Woman Told the Truth” Originally printed in Beate Sigriddaughter’s blog She didn’t like sex. In her honest moments—after two or three or . . . however many drinks, she’d allow herself to admit that. Sex was not great. She never said this when she was sober. She never said it to anyone but herself. It was un-American to not like sex. You were to love sex. You were to be obsessed with sex. Sex was to be the be all and end of all of all existence over all time. Sex was IT! She thought of it as something you had to get through to keep a man happy. When she was drunk she thought that. That was probably what kept her from becoming a drunk à la AA. “Hello, my name is Jennifer and I’m an alcoholic.” There were too many demons, too many beasts when you were drunk. Of course there were those demon-beasts that made you want to pour a stiff one. Drunk or sober. Here a demon, there a beast, everywhere a demon-beast. It was enough to make her want a drink. She laughed at that. The man lying in bed next Continue Reading ...
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