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I Read Trav McGee! Part 6
Sep. 29th, 2010 09:52 amOh, did I forget to introduce Trav's friend, Meyer? He hangs out with a bunch of young babes, but not in a sexy way. You know, just because he's such a badass, thus satisfying John D. MacDonald's sense of sexual Puritanism while establishing that Trav McGee don't truck with no homos.
And there are always the young popsies, sixteen to twenty, eyes soft with a special worship, content to be near him, the same way those of sterner breed clutter the hotel suites and the pits of the Grand Prix race drivers. Were he sensuously unscrupulous he could keep his bunk forever stocked with the exceptional tenderness of the very young.
But instead, on an average of three times a year he takes unto himself one of that breed which he calls, with warmth rather than irony, the iron maidens. These are stern, mature, aggressive, handsome women who have made their mark in the world, and perhaps forfeited much in the process. Accomplished artists, concert musicians, heads of fashion houses and other competitive businesses
You know, whatever chicks do other than make pretty dresses.
administrators, editors, women in government. He treats them fondly,
Oh, good. Finally, someone who respects women.
but as though they are enchantingly foolish young girls,
and goes off with his iron maiden of the moment for a few weeks and when he brings them back, their mouths are soft, and their voices have lost that edge of command, and their eyes are filled with that unmistakable look of devotion. When I seemed curious, he suggested I read what Mark Twain had written about choosing a mistress.
Don't drag Samuel Clemens into this!
He said he had discovered just one other factor Twain had overlooked. He said that the woman who achieves a position of power and command is usually so intelligent that she catches on quite quickly when it is explained to her that she has a secret yearning to be hapless and foolish for a little while, to switch off the machinery of domination, to be cherished not only as a woman, but also in the same way she was cherished when she was a little girl,
Oh God, someone please tell me that MacDonald never had kids. Especially girls!
before she became locked into those motivations that drove her upward so mercilessly.
Yes, poor dears, being rich, powerful, and respected. Really, they're fortunate someone like Meyer takes pity on them and gives them some good solid dickings, otherwise they might become old maids and never get their family a dowry!
"They want a ribbon in their hair," he explained, "and someone who does not want to make any use of what they've achieved, and someone who would never go around waving their scalp on the end of a spear after they've gone back to the wars, or even look them up at the embassy or in the executive suite someday."
Someone who doesn't respect them as a woman or a human being, or treat them as an equal, or want to build any sort of relationship at all!
You know that bondage fetish I thought LotS gave me? Gone now. Gone forever.
And there are always the young popsies, sixteen to twenty, eyes soft with a special worship, content to be near him, the same way those of sterner breed clutter the hotel suites and the pits of the Grand Prix race drivers. Were he sensuously unscrupulous he could keep his bunk forever stocked with the exceptional tenderness of the very young.
But instead, on an average of three times a year he takes unto himself one of that breed which he calls, with warmth rather than irony, the iron maidens. These are stern, mature, aggressive, handsome women who have made their mark in the world, and perhaps forfeited much in the process. Accomplished artists, concert musicians, heads of fashion houses and other competitive businesses
You know, whatever chicks do other than make pretty dresses.
administrators, editors, women in government. He treats them fondly,
Oh, good. Finally, someone who respects women.
but as though they are enchantingly foolish young girls,
and goes off with his iron maiden of the moment for a few weeks and when he brings them back, their mouths are soft, and their voices have lost that edge of command, and their eyes are filled with that unmistakable look of devotion. When I seemed curious, he suggested I read what Mark Twain had written about choosing a mistress.
Don't drag Samuel Clemens into this!
He said he had discovered just one other factor Twain had overlooked. He said that the woman who achieves a position of power and command is usually so intelligent that she catches on quite quickly when it is explained to her that she has a secret yearning to be hapless and foolish for a little while, to switch off the machinery of domination, to be cherished not only as a woman, but also in the same way she was cherished when she was a little girl,
Oh God, someone please tell me that MacDonald never had kids. Especially girls!
before she became locked into those motivations that drove her upward so mercilessly.
Yes, poor dears, being rich, powerful, and respected. Really, they're fortunate someone like Meyer takes pity on them and gives them some good solid dickings, otherwise they might become old maids and never get their family a dowry!
"They want a ribbon in their hair," he explained, "and someone who does not want to make any use of what they've achieved, and someone who would never go around waving their scalp on the end of a spear after they've gone back to the wars, or even look them up at the embassy or in the executive suite someday."
Someone who doesn't respect them as a woman or a human being, or treat them as an equal, or want to build any sort of relationship at all!
You know that bondage fetish I thought LotS gave me? Gone now. Gone forever.
