Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Ruthless and Unkind and A Wonderful Gift (The Zombie Fuck)


Let us join together and discuss openly what my friends and I have dubbed the Zombie Fuck. Understand that you may need to get past the words, Zombie Fuck. You may need to understand that a Zombie Fuck is more than just words, it’s a philosophy.

For those of you still left hideously in the dark, a Zombie Fuck is having sex with a man without him knowing about it, at all.

I’m not talking about The Fermata here (a brilliant novel). We don’t want to stop time and take a stranger’s clothes off, we want time to continue just as it is. We certainly don’t want to crouch in a hamper watching someone suck a black rubber dildo, no offense to Nicholson Baker or his (simply brilliant) character Arno Strine. I’m talking about zombie fucking. The man would, however, be in a sort of netherworld state. A place, as Dorothy of Kansas said, where there’s no trouble. He would have no remembrance of the event and the woman would also, if she so chooses, have no remembrance of the event. She should be able to walk away glowing, aerobicised, refreshed and yet at the same time psychically immaculate.

Is this ruthless and unkind? Yes. Does it flay all remaining shreds of conventional femininity we as a sex clutch to our Pilates-sculpted busom as we race toward a new day? Of course it does. Yet when we consider how men have historically behaved after having actually coupled with women, it’s tempting to believe that generally speaking and with few exceptions, the Zombie Fuck would perhaps be a better way to go.

Men of course would also like to utilize the Zombie Fuck, but theirs might be different; their egos might still want us to respond, or at least remember them. Women wouldn’t need to have the man remember or even necessarily respond. This will surprise those who believe that women desire sex for intimacy and cuddling and not for the sex itself. Maybe when a girl is seven; of course that raises another debate entirely. But that girl grows up, she experiences I’ll Call You a few times. Maybe she eventually gets married. Maybe she’s married now with a baby and a vice presidency and a parking space with her name on it. She wants a Zombie Fuck. She doesn’t want the memory of you, she doesn’t want have to deal with you later, she definitely does not want to marry you and have to pick up your socks. She just wants to be able to do it and walk away, like a really great manicure pedicure.

And yet, why the Zombie Fuck, when so many regular fucks are presumably available? The reasons are manifold, each more satisfying than the last.

Consider the Zombie Fuck, as a woman, whether you’re married or unmarried, a) you don’t get the Buyers Remorse thing, and, b) you don’t have to deal with the man’s reaction to having had you; i.e. him acting strange and beginning to lie about simply everything, including his name and the time. (Note to Gay Men: The Zombie Fuck is still a valuable commodity, for obvious reasons, the main one being you don’t have to deal with bullshit. Also, there are no condoms in Zombie Fuckland.)

It would seem a shame to stop here, so I will continue to share what my friends and I are thinking about in our spare moments. I will officially open the Pool of Truth. It’s adult swim time and I’m diving in here at the shallow end.

The fuck that got away; we call that the Lost Fuck. The man who didn’t quite have the courage, or conversely the man who had his eye on a blonde across the room who any fool could see would never do him in a million years. Those too religious, too nice to copulate. The wrenchingly beautiful college boys who are going to grow up to be Lutheran ministers and have two little girls and a wife resembling the woman in American Gothic.

The Lost Fuck can be also be the Premature Fuck.

The Premature Fuck is someone who was perhaps a bit too babyfaced or intoxicated or both, and so it didn’t turn out to be a positive sexual experience. Somebody who was a little nauseous or na├»ve, but you know had you waited they would have been seasoned, and it would have definitely been fantastic. But by the time they’re seasoned, you’re both irrevocably entwined with different people. It’s the wine you drank too early.

The Fuck With History is the man you had before and you liked it and you still would probably like it. Say he was a conceited putz but he was a decent fuck and you would like to zombie fuck him now. To return as the person you are now, and not give him unnecessary strokes, just enjoy yourself and leave him without a clue that you ever came back to slap down for a Fuck With History. So – to clarify -- a Fuck With History can still be a Zombie Fuck, and should be. Because a Fuck With History in real life is something that inevitably leads to a sad place called nostalgia and remembering with terrifying lucidity why it didn’t work out in the first place. It’s a Here Now History Fuck.

The Here Now History Fuck is the man that you had before whom you bring current and reunite with for a night but it’s not a regular fuck because its also a Fuck With History. Unfortunately, and this is why we don’t recommend it, with a Here Now History Fuck the odds are excellent that this man is going to commence lobbing the same odious spitballs as he did in the first place, or you are, and once is frankly enough for most of us. Also, the Here Now History Fuck often leads to the Dangerous High Risk Fuck. There’s a ton of paper work here, so bear with.

Dangerous High Risk Fucks are the rare men from the past (or major celebrities) whom you would cheerfully annihilate your life for. The ones were it to happen you would need to forfeit your marriage, your parents, your house, your precious stones -- your world as you know it would simply splatter against the side of the house next door. It’s Orlando Bloom showing up naked at your door saying, ‘I’m on my way to a shoot, but since I was in the neighborhood I thought I’d stop by and see if you wanted to have sex with me for around four hours.’ And you say Come in. Can I get you anything? Even though your husband is due home five minutes ago. Is in the next room.

Here I cannot help but once again point out the virtues of the Zombie Fuck. The cleanliness of it.

Finally I would suggest that the Zombie Fuck makes a wonderful gift. For a friend who is going through an ugly divorce, or someone who’s feeling a little depressed. You could pick out a Zombie Fuck for your best friend (Justin Timberlake), your son’s kindergarten teacher (Kevin Costner), even your own mother (Sean Connery). Something she would perhaps not buy for herself, but would enjoy nonetheless. It’s that rare delight, the gift that no one ever returns or jams into the back of their closet or rewraps and gives as a gift to someone else. Can you think of a better one? I’m sorry, I just can’t.

22 comments:

Laurie Ellen said...

F*ing brilliant. I've been doing this with a good friend of my ex-husband's for roughly 18 months. it just keeps getting better, too...

Linda said...

Could there be a variation of the Zombie Fuck with History where you are able to travel back in time for one last encounter with the best sex you ever had - I mean, I would like my body to be like it was then, feel it all over again, but then return to now with no strings attached. Just wondering.

Carrie Wilson Link said...

"like a really great manicure pedicure." Okay, thank you, I'm officially out of my post-Christmas funk. Thanks for the first giggle I've had in way too fucking long.

FINNABLOG said...

LINDA ASKED "Could there be a variation of the Zombie Fuck with History where you are able to travel back in time for one last encounter with the best sex you ever had - I mean, I would like my body to be like it was then, feel it all over again, but then return to now with no strings attached. Just wondering?"

Not unless you have a time machine.

the best you can do us the Here Now History Fuck and light candles instead of lamps. and pray to god the man hasn't changed his technique or physique. You may also need pharmaceuticals.

Linda said...

Hmmm. Unfortunately, or fortunately (not sure), I do know know where that particular man is currently. So, I guess I need to work on that time machine.

Molly said...

Damn. If you know anyone in GA who's willing to be a Zombie for me...you send him my way, all right, Suzanne? :)

FINNABLOG said...

Molly - well understand that the ZF is a Philosophy, which may not take kindly to being merged with Reality. however, if you were to place yourself in a Trget Rich Environment - say, any bar at closing time - you may be able to not just bend the laws of Philosophy, but Physics as well.

George said...

If any of you would like to try this, please know that I have perfected the netherworld of being a zombie.

FINNABLOG said...

george, george, george. you would make a very unlikely zombie. you have far too much lifeforce, plus, we really like you. a bit of contempt or rage is needed for a five star zombie fuck. i'm sorry you didn;t understand this.

Jerri said...

I am SO down with a Zombie Fuck with History.

In a life filled with brilliance, this is among your best ideas to date, girl.

FINNABLOG said...

plus there's so many choices! it's a BASKET of choices!

George said...

Suzanne, Suzanne, Suzanne: Once again, you have bent me double laughing...glad you didn't take advantage of the vulnerability with a senseless zombie-like act of contempt or rage.

Polly Kahl said...

Love this one, Suzanne. It's the 2009 version of the Zipless Fuck, only much improved over the years. On the other hand you've put way too much thought into this. We've got to get you fuckin' laid.

Polly Kahl said...

"The man would, however, be in a sort of netherworld state. A place, as Dorothy of Kansas said, where there’s no trouble. He would have no remembrance of the event...She should be able to walk away glowing, aerobicised, refreshed and yet at the same time psychically immaculate."

Hey, come to think of it, I think the ZF may be a vibrator.

FINNABLOG said...

wrong, Polly. it's much more interesting than that....

Polly Kahl said...

Well it sure sounds like a winner to me.

FINNABLOG said...

by being sober and living in the world's center for gay men, i've definitely painted myself into a celibate's corner. i have no idea how to survive the next 20 years. after that i suspect it will be a moot point.

hell, it's a moot point now. i suspect i'll be taking it all out in my writing. the fact that i posted the ZF is not a good sign. there are saints and there are fakers. i am of the latter brand

FINNABLOG said...

GEORGE you kill me. you are so damned funny. oh and i'm 50 pages into The Sparrow. i have almost no dea what's going on but it's good and bloody and mysterious. so onward. can you give me a hint? what is this book driving at?

i got halfway through The Shack and then decided i would read the Sparrow first. i always want to finish the difficult assignment first, because i know my intellect is lazy. now that i think of it, i stalled with two stephen king books in between the Shack and the Sparrow. it's amazing how even in my personal reading i employ all my bullshitty tricks to avoid any kind of cerebral challenge that might cause me to break a sweat in the Intellect aisle.

Polly Kahl said...

You may be a faker but you get an A+ for honesty.

FINNABLOG said...

thank you polly!

i think that;s where the juice is, in writing: honesty

and a good editor.

xoxooxoxoxoxo
see u soon


sfc

Anonymous said...

Suzanne, I have just discovered your blog and I just finished "Otherwise Engaged." you are sooooo funny--this is the funniest post I have read in ages .. .

FINNABLOG said...

ANONYMOUS: THANK YOU. I LOVE THAT.