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In cases of suspected tubercu- losis we -- that is the appropriate department -- may ask, even request, someone to appear for a fluoroscopic examination. This is routine, you understand. Most of such examinations turn up negative. So you have been asked to report here for, should I say a psychic fluoro- scope? I may add that after talking with you I feel relatively sure that the result will be, for practical pur- poses, negative.... "But the whole thing is ridiculous. I have always interested myself only in girls. I have a steady girl now and we plan to marry." "Yes Carl, I know. And that is why you are here. A blood test prior to marriage, this is reasonable, no?" "Please doctor, speak directly." The doctor did not seem to hear. He drifted out of his chair and began walking around behind Carl, his voice languid and intermittent like music down a windy street. "I may tell you in strictest confidence that there is definite evidence of a hereditary factor. Social pressure. Many homosexuals latent and overt do, unfortunately, marry. Such marriages often result in... Factor of infantile environment." The doctor's voice went on and on. He was talking about schizophrenia, cancer, here- ditary disfunction of the hypothalamus. Carl dozed off. He was opening a green door. A hor- rible smell grabbed his lungs and he woke up with a shock. The doctor's voice was strangely flat and lifeless, a whispering junky voice: "The Kleiberg-Stanislouski semen fioculation test... a diagnostic tool... indicative at least in a negative sense. In certain cases useful -- taken as part of the whole picture.... Perhaps under the uh circumstances." The doctor's voice shot up to a pathic scream. "The nurse will take your uh specimen." "This way please...." The nurse opened the door into a bare white walled cubicle. She handed him a jar. "Use this please. Just yell when you're ready." There was a jar of K.Y. on a glass shelf. Carl felt ashamed as if his mother had laid out a handkerchief for him. Some coy little message stitched on like: "If I was a cunt we could open a dry goods store." Ignoring the K.Y., he ejaculated into the jar, a cold brutal fuck of the nurse standing her up against a glass brick wall. "Old Glass Cunt," he sneered, and saw a cunt full of colored glass splinters under the Northern Lights. |
