The Wolves that Live in Skin and Space: A Novel
By Christopher Zeischegg and Danny Wylde
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The Wolves that Live in Skin and Space - Christopher Zeischegg
Zeischegg pulls you into a bleeding-edge now shot through with a perverse, polymorphous, and evolving fear. The victims trust nothing, pity nothing, see their own lives through sliding glass—and resolutely refuse to stay innocent.
—Zak Smith, author of Pictures Showing What Happens on Each Page of Thomas Pynchon’s Novel Gravity’s Rainbow
Raw, startling, and haunting, this book is truly unforgettable. Chris Zeischegg is a gifted storyteller, unafraid to explore the darkest recesses of identity, desire, power, and pleasure.
—Tristan Taormino, author of The Ultimate Guide to Kink
Christopher Zeischegg has a knack for obscuring his autobiography with genre, blurring the lines between fiction and reality like he blurs the lines between Chris and Danny Wylde. Intercut between the suspense and the horror are genuine reflections on the experiences of a queer man in a straight industry and the struggle of sexual beings in a conservative world.
—Johnny Murdoc, publisher, Queer Young Cowboys
This is a journey of self-exploration and self-exploitation I don’t remember reading before. This is a new author figuring out what makes him tick. The further he explores, the better it gets, and the traces of young Gregg Araki and Dennis Cooper I sense within the writing could well bloom into something extraordinary.
—Ales Kot
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Zeischegg, Christopher.
The Wolves that live in skin and space / by Christopher Zeischegg , aka Danny Wylde.
p. cm.
ISBN 9781940207773
1. Wylde, Danny—Fiction. 2. Pornography—Fiction. 3. Sex-oriented businesses—Fiction. 4. Gay men—Fiction. 5. Homosexuality—Fiction. 6. Los Angeles (Calif.)—Fiction. 7. Gothic fiction. 8. Horror fiction. I. Title.
PS3626.E353 .W65 2015
813.6—dc23
To the adult industry.
You’ve been my lover and enemy, and will be neither again.
Also by Christopher Zeischegg
Come to my Brother
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1.
He often waits up to
three minutes once I log in. But tonight’s call comes quick. Within seconds. He’s set a new record.
There’s breathing, panting even. It means he’s leaned up close to his mic. Or scared. Are you there?
Yeah,
I say. What’s up, Damien?
Do you think you can come on cam?
he asks. I really need to talk to you.
Hold on.
I position my webcam to show my face and upper body. Then I take off my shirt. Okay. Can you see me?
Yeah.
His image pops up on my screen. Like usual, he swivels back and forth in a black office chair. First, I want to let you know that I didn’t mean for this to happen. It just did. I’m so sorry.
Is something wrong?
No,
says Damien. Then, Maybe. It’s just that…
I smile and tell him, It’s okay.
How do I say this?
I don’t know,
I answer. You should probably just tell me.
It’s just that…
That bad, huh?
No,
he says. Okay. I didn’t mean for it to happen. But I think I’m in love with you.
The swiveling stops. There’s silence. The breathing is gone, and I mean mine too. You look upset. Tell me exactly what you’re thinking. I don’t want you to be upset.
I’m not upset, Damien. I think…
I’m trying to decide if I still want his money. Maybe you’re being unrealistic.
I know we’re just friends, and I don’t expect it to turn into anything else.
Can I ask you a serious question?
You’re not even looking at me,
says Damien. Can we forget that I said anything?
Do you pay any of your other friends to talk to you?
No,
he answers. But I don’t think of it like I’m paying you. I’m helping you out. Because I want to.
But you’re, like, my age,
I tell him. You should spend your money on something useful, or fun.
I think that maybe I didn’t use the right word. Maybe it’s not really love. It’s just that you haven’t been online much, and I’ve had some bad days at work. I was thinking about how much better it would be if I was in LA with you, and not here.
He stops for a moment. Do you know what I mean?
Listen, I have to go.
Can we talk about this? Please?
Maybe later. I’m kind of tired,
I lie.
But you just got online.
I know.
What if I pay you more?
he asks.
I pause too long, which means I’m considering it.
How long would you be able to stay?
He’s made an assumption, and he’s right. I’m unbuttoning my pants.
About an hour.
You can’t stay any longer?
An hour,
I say, like I’m standing my ground. Then I grasp my cock and work it up to a semi-erect state.
You don’t have to do that,
he says. If you don’t want to.
You don’t like it?
No, I like it,
he tells me. But it’s not a show, right? You’d be doing it anyway?
My eyes are closed. I say, Mhmm,
and think about a dream I had a long time ago.
Damien talks about his day at work and deposits money into my PayPal account.
2.
I’ve divided my income into
three separate categories. Or it’s divided itself. I just designate where it goes. Doing scenes pays for rent, utilities, clothing, and necessities. Except for food. I pay for groceries with the money I make from camming.
Damien is a separate category altogether. He’s my most regular client, and different in the fact that he never jerks off to me. He just talks about his day, or week, or whatever. I spend his money on toys.
Porno lights the stove top. Camming provides the stuff to throw in the pot. Damien lets me browse the eBay listings while I eat my meal. He affords me two fifteen-inch DJ speakers and a 1000-watt amplifier.
The speakers aren’t all superfluous. I’ve been trying to start a band for about a year. It’s been a slow process because drummers are hard to come by in LA. At least good ones. They exist, but mostly as studio musicians and hire-ons for touring bands. I’ve bypassed the issue and started programming electronic beats on my laptop. I just need them to be louder.
My friend, Thad, already plays bass and has been messing around with a microKORG synthesizer. There’s a guy I met through work who wants to do vocals. I play guitar. With my laptop and speakers, we’re a full band.
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"I
t’s danceable. Really dark and
gothy, says Thad.
I’m into it."
We’ve borrowed our friends’ practice space to see if we’re capable of writing music together. From the sound of it, we are. Thad throws down distorted synth tracks and I riff on some guitar parts I’ve already come up with. The vocalist, Mario, sits on the floor with his notepad open. He nods back and forth to the beat. His lips move but nothing comes out. I think he’s working it out in his head.
Do you think it would be cool if I did some backup vocals here?
I ask. Like black metal-style screaming?
Yeah, I like that idea,
says Mario.
I just don’t know what to say,
I tell him. If you give me something to say…
He tries to explain the song. It’s about religion, or the government. That’s what’s cool about it,
he says. You can interpret it a bunch of different ways.
I’ve forgotten the line by the time we’re back into the song. I just scream what sounds good in my head. It’s more of a syllabic noise than an actual word. No one can tell the difference.
Our attempts to move on fail because my guitar amp suddenly cuts out. The light on the power switch is still on. It’s buzzing. None of us know much about amplifiers, so we can’t figure out what’s wrong.
Let us know when you get it fixed,
says Thad. ’cause that was fun.
4.
My friend, Sara, invites me
to dinner at her place. I arrive late. No one’s eating or even seated at the table.
You met Victor and Allejandra at my Halloween party,
says Sara, introducing me to her other guests.
I was the killer clown,
says Victor as we shake hands.
I think I was a piece of fruit, or a vegetable,
I say. It’s nice to meet you again.
Allejandra is Victor’s wife. She’s dressed in a slutty-looking schoolgirl outfit. Sara wears an exact replica. In a way, it still feels like Halloween.
She got these in the mail today,
says Allejandra. I think she’s referring to Sara because there’s no one else here.
From a fan,
adds Sara. We’re going to use them in my next video.
Cute,
I say, and I’m serious.
Something in the kitchen beeps. Minutes later, we’re eating Shepherd’s Pie.
Every time I see her mother,
says Victor, "she tells me, ‘You should be a better example for my daughter. Why don’t you set her on a righteous path?’ I keep trying to tell her, ‘I met your daughter because she was on the wrong path. That’s where I want her to stay. It’s why I love her.’" Allejandra laughs along with him.
She knows what you do?
I ask Allejandra.
Yes,
she answers. And she keeps dreaming. As if, at this point in my life, I’ll start over as a nurse.
You guys are basically the happiest couple ever,
says Sara. If I was your mother, I’d be proud.
You’re right.
Allejandra squeezes Victor’s hand. When we first got together, I kept waiting for him to get mad at me. I was like, ‘Come on. When are we gonna fight?’
Victor looks into her eyes and smiles. If they were strangers, it would be disgusting.
Sara glances at me, which could mean a number of things. I shift my eyes, smile, and brush her leg. Almost on accident. It’s my interpretation of giving mixed signals.
After dinner, we sit in the living room and drink wine. Sara smokes some pot.
So the schoolgirl thing is girl/girl only, right?
I ask.
It’s all I do,
says Allejandra. Sorry.
I might use the costumes again for my site,
adds Sara. This is relevant because she still fucks boys on camera.
That’s, um…
For lack of a better word, I say, Cool.
You two have worked together?
asks Victor. He motions to Sara and I.
Once,
I say.
And?
Allejandra’s mouth forms the shape of a laugh, but it doesn’t follow through.
I was worried,
says Sara. Because everyone told me he was going to be so submissive. I don’t know why. That’s obviously not the case.
It was fun,
I add.
If I can get it together,
says Sara, the video should go up next week.
Victor pulls his phone out of his pocket and nearly spills his glass. The time, it’s uh…We should be going.
You’re driving?
No, no,
says Victor. I still need my license, babe.
I don’t?
Allejandra mocks resentment.
See, we never fight.
Victor leans down to give Sara a hug. Then he shakes my hand. Allejandra kisses me on the cheek. Adios!
I start looking for my shoes, and gather myself together.
You’re leaving, too?
Sara isn’t giving me puppy dog eyes, but they’re close.
Oh. Yeah,
I say. I’ve got to work in the morning.
Oh.
Thanks, though. I had fun.
Yeah, me too.
5.
Back at home, I can’t
fall asleep. Something pulls at my brain like a tide stuck between it’s ebb and flow. I’m reminded of the moon; its gravitational hold a likely culprit. When I step outside, all I see is city lights and blackened sky.
I turn my bedroom light on, and wish my apartment to appear like a star to some hovering astronaut. The same layer of smog that shields me from the moon probably blankets my home like tar. To the rest of the universe, I’m as bright as dark matter.
With thoughts like these, my only assurance of sleep is masturbation. I open my laptop and look for pictures of Sara on free porn sites. Then I log into my cam site and wait for lurking customers. A screen name pops up that I don’t recognize: TheWolf.
Hey babe,
I say into the webcam. Where you from?
TheWolf: LA.
Me too. What’re you doing up so late?
I bite my lip, which I hope looks slutty enough to bypass the initial bullshit. I want to come and go to bed.
TheWolf: What do you think?
You want to play? Click ‘private’ and I’m all yours.
TheWolf: Can you stand up first?
Anything you want.
I stand and jut my ass out towards the webcam.
A tinny bell rings from my laptop speakers. The screen reads, "TheWolf has requested a private chat." Digital cash flows at several dollars per minute.
You like to suck cock? Or you’d rather fuck me?
I ask. There’s no response, so I improvise. I want you to get down on your knees, you fuckin’ come slut. Open your mouth, babe. Yeah, just like that.
I show a close-up of my cock while stroking it. Then I tell the stranger to shove it down his throat.
There’s no response. So I keep blabbering, Fuck,
and, I love your fucking mouth,
while I browse pictures of Sara in a separate window. She keeps my dick hard. My imagination helps.
Fifteen minutes in, I ask, Are you gonna come with me?
TheWolf: Would you be interested in meeting up?
TheWolf: In real life?
I stop jerking off. Um, I don’t really do that. Sorry.
TheWolf: I’d make it worth your while.
Yeah?
I sort of laugh. What’s worth my while?
TheWolf: Maybe $2000.
My eyes grow wide. Just to meet up?
TheWolf: No.
Listen, that’s really generous of you,
I say. But I’m not, you know, a hustler or anything. It’s a different kind of gig.
TheWolf: Think about it.
Okay. I will,
I tell him. Do you still want me to come?
TheWolf: Yes.
6.
Oatmeal. Protein Shake. Shower. A
bus ride to the downtown warehouse district.
The location is in the second story of an old brick building. Once inside, it looks like a middle-class apartment.
Danny, what’s up?
asks the cameraman. He grabs my palm and leans in.
You know, whatever. I’m good.
Good.
You?
I ask.
Should I tell him about our day?
he shouts back to the director. There’s a mumbled response. It’s more of a shrug.
Why, what happened?
I’m told the first performer couldn’t get his dick hard and the second girl canceled. It’s been six hours on set with nothing accomplished. So don’t fuck this up,
says the cameraman. Without a scene, we’re just doing this for free.
I peek around him. There’s a girl applying makeup on the other side of the room.
Look at that ass,
says the cameraman. If that’s a problem for you, you’re fuckin’…I don’t know, man.
Have I ever been a problem?
I know you got this. Just been one of those days.
He slams a pen down on a thin stack of paper. Do your thing.
I skim the paperwork and sign my name a half dozen times.
The girl walks over.
Hey, I’m Danny,
I tell her.
She smiles. Rose.
You’ve been doing this for long?
I ask.
About a year, on and off. You?
I don’t know.
You don’t know?
She looks confused.
A couple years,