Another Fictional Brother


I have one more curious brother. By day he’s like
any of us; by night, he’s to be found on the streets around
Central Market out on a manhunt for any kind

of migrant worker who bothers to return the smile on
his hankering lips. These men he seeks read like some
exotic list of entrées: South Indian, Arab, Burmese, Thai,

Vietnamese…. They are straight, but for a hot meal,
some undivided attention and the chance to bonk any
willing hole, they’d be more than glad to feed any

ageing queen’s bedroom fantasy. I am told a few even
fall in love with him, demanding that they’d be his boyfriend.
But my brother isn’t interested in unrepatriated love:

he says he’s in it for the foreign foreplay and their easily
aroused dicks, and not for some dickhead who believes
he should play the role of surrogate wife or girlfriend.