It’s My World, And You’re All Just In It.

Look inside yourself.

How long have we on this earth, that we should deny ourselves what we most want and desire?

You know you want to be with me. You know that you cannot escape my Desire. I want you.”

I met up with a mutual acquaintance of mine, a younger man who worked for a competitor of the company that I worked for. He invited me to his apartment for a drink and then he and I and several of his friends were going to go to Area 51, a local “goth club.” It was the end of the month, and it was time for the monthly “Goth Ball.”

I showed up at his place dressed from head to toe, in all black. Black shirt, jeans, and black boots. I rang the doorbell and he answered with a shot glass in hand. The festivities had already started. He handed me a shot of something clear. Vodka. My favorite hard alcohol. I downed it and came inside.

There were several people already sitting around having a drink. A couple of guys, a couple of women, and Spyder.

All of these people were much younger than me, I was the “Old Man” going to the party. I was introduced briefly to all of them, including Spyder. That was the name that she chose to go by. Black and dark purple hair. A couple of tattoos peaking out from the shoulders of her black bodice dress. She definitely caught my eye.

I said hello to all of them, nodded at each of them, and then small talk ensued until it was time to go to Area 51.

The drive there was uneventful, and while we were waiting in line to get inside, I realized that I was the most underdressed one there. Most of the people were wearing leather, PVC, some type of lace, or stuff that was truly “gothic.” I was the “old man” in a black T-shirt and black jeans.

We got inside and began to mingle with the other club patrons. The music was loud, the bass line vibrating throughout my body. I could barely hear myself thinking.

I remember walking around, checking out the club, the people, the sights. There were people being flogged and whipped on crosses. People in cages, dancing. There was even people being suspended by chains through piercings in their bodies from the ceiling. It was wild.

I remember walking around, taking it all in, when I ran into her. Spyder.

She smiled briefly in recognition. Other than my nodding and saying hello to her back at the apartment, she and I had not spoken a word to each other.

The song that was playing ended, giving us a moments pause, enough time to say a few brief words.

“Pretty wild huh?”

“It’s alright, I guess.” She said noncommittally.

I could hear the next song starting up. “Want to dance?”


And so the music kicked in, drowning out any chance for further conversation.

We started moving to the music, to the beat. I stepped towards her, to close the gap, to get closer. And Spyder moved backwards, keeping that gap between us. I stepped towards her again, trying to close that gap, and again, she retreated. This went on a couple more times until I stopped and just danced with her in my own space. I quit advancing.

She stayed in her own space, dancing, but not moving closer and not moving away. And that’s how that song ended. The next song started up and I danced in my own space for a moment and then I did something different. I stepped away from her. I moved back, opening up the gap. I wanted to see what she would do.

And she stepped towards me, into me. Closing that gap.

I stepped away from her again, opening the gap. And she stepped towards me. Closing it again.

I continued doing this dance, this stepping away and she stepping towards me, from the shadows and the more secluded area we had been in, leading her all the way to the main dance floor where everyone else, including my work/competitor acquaintance and all of his friends, were at.

We were now in the middle of the main dance floor, the music even louder than before if that was even possible. The temperature here was much warmer, hot. All the body heat from all of the dancers accumulating.

I step away from Spyder one final time and she again closed the gap.

And then…

I stepped towards her.

She didn’t move.

I stepped towards her again, closing the gap even more, and still she didn’t move.

On my final step towards her I felt her hip touch mine and simultaneously I put my arm around her waist and pulled her into me. And we danced. And I locked my eyes with hers. I swung her around, never taking my eyes from hers until she closed them. And then I breathed against her neck and I could feel her gasp and shudder against me.

She opened her eyes looked into mine and smiled and then I kissed her. Long, slow, passionate. We kissed….

At the end of the evening as we were all leaving the club, Spyder about 10 or 15 paces ahead of me, my acquaintance pulled me aside, astonished and flabbergasted.

“How did you do that?”

“Do what?” I smirked.

Apparently he had been watching my Dance with Spyder.

“You didn’t say anything to her! You just met her! How can you go from a hello to making out with her on the dance floor? How is that even possible?”

“Because that is normal in my world.”

Look inside yourself. How long have we on this earth that we should deny ourselves what we most want and desire? You know that you cannot escape my Desire.

One thought on “It’s My World, And You’re All Just In It.

  1. Whoa Rob. I had no idea you went to Goth clubs.

    Haven’t been to one since the late 90s, but I can tell you back then, the South had great ones and the Left Coast were full of socially retarded fatties.

    We’ll have to share some stories…

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