Sex and Fight Club

                I've had sex to Fight Club before. I wasn't really watching it, of course, but I noticed it was on. We stumbled into the room very messily, barging in on the people who were already there watching it. It was 3 am and I couldn't believe it was on, and I couldn't believe that his roommates and his friends were there watching it when we walked it. But we gave our looks and they quickly scattered. And even quicker we fell onto the bed.
                In the shuffle of our bodies I could hear his breathing, but I could hear the TV, too. Edward Norton's voice suddenly boomed amongst the room, and it was all I could hear. I no longer heard the heavy breathing or the slip of jeans sliding down each other's legs as we undressed, or the snap of my bra as he clumsily tried to take it off. All I could hear was the TV, and the things being said, that now I don't even remember. All I remember is pressing his head towards mine so he could kiss my neck and chest, and while his head hovered below mine, I let my eyes wander to the TV.
               I don't remember the rest of that night. I don't remember whether or not he enjoyed himself, whether or not I even enjoyed it. The night ended as quickly as it began, and that was it. The passion and the heat of night turned into a cold, bright day, and I had left by the time the sun had barely peaked its head through the clouds. I'll think of him later that day, but the details will escape me. The one thing I'll be sure of is that Fight Club was on.
               There have been plenty of others, and plenty of other things I remember better. With Johnny the radio in his Buick blasted Bob Segar. Cory's TV in the downstairs kitchen was playing a repeat of Dawson's Creek. At Paul's we put in a DVD of Grease. Every guy, every kind of meida was playing while we kept busy with eachother, but my mind was keeping busy with watching or listeing to whatever I could.
               It's not because I like these movies or songs. When I'm with someone, anyone, I make sure my mind attatches to whatever else I can. I guess it's because I don't actually want to be with these people. My body does, but my mind is trying hard to escape. Instead of looking them in the eye, I find myself disgusted, and hope to god there's something else around to look at, and the TV is just the easiest thing.
               When I think about it now, I've never actually sat down and watched Fight Club. In Fact, I don't think I've seen the whole thing.

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

Fantastic story poet. This battle between heart and mind, between soul and sin, satisfaction and distraction.

I know this feeling. We've done this same thing, on the other side.
Thanks for sharing this. Feeling a little less shameful then a minute ago.

Very well done!
Antonio

[Marianne Miller]

I loved this, funny, articulate reminded me of a friend actually so maybe thats why I found it funny? bu I enjoyed it, sick of hearing about heavy breathing and slow caresses or the flip of that. It was refreshing and earnest.

[ashley]

I really liked this, and I can relate to the distracting myself during sex. For me, it's a way to disassociate, and I don't know if it's that way for you. I focus on the fan or a tree outside. Anything but what I'm doing.
But I digress. The story was good, very well written. I liked this a lot. 10/10 definitely.

[Crazy Cat Man]

u should check out Fight club when u have the chance. U will like it :D

[Tony]

This is a really great story.
Of passion and distraction.

[alan khan]

this was awesome. this summer i had sex during fight club. i love that movie haha.

you did a good job at making this really interesting. the part with feeling disgusted and not caring much for the guy i really got. i enjoyed this. really nice work here.

[Cierra Scott]

Nice. I agree with Julia, I was confused at first, but you did well explaining it. :D

[Julia]

At first, I was like, "Sex and Fight Club"? Whhattt. I think that the explanation of why you watch things when you're with someone is interesting. Good work.