Date: Mon, 29 Mar 1999 08:12:41 +0900 From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com> Subject: Soul in the Cellular 01 ---------------------------- THE SOUL IN THE CELLULAR by Andrej Koymasky (C) 1999 written the 3rd of February, 1995 translated by the Author English text kindly revised by MiMu ----------------------------- USUAL DISCLAIMER "THE SOUL IN THE CELLULAR" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, ore because you think yo really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest. ----------------------------- 1 - JOHN Eugenio took the new cellular telephone out of the packaging and read the instructions. He put in the batteries, then he tried it: he dialed a friend's number. He heard the dial tone. "Hello?" "Ciao Dario, it's me, Eugenio." "Oh, ciao! Where are you calling from?" "I'm at home." "Did you finally put the telephone?" "A lot better: I bought a nice cellular telephone, big as a cigarette box. I just bought it and you are the first I'm calling." "What an honour! The voice is good. How are you?" "Fine, and you?" "Very well." Dario answered. "And with Fulvio, is all okey?" "Yes, we made peace, and now it's better than before." "I'm really happy." "And you? Nothing new?" "No. One night stands. Nothing serious." "But move on, Eugenio. Time passes and..." "Hey, don't treat me like an old man! I'm only twenty six, after all!" "Yes, yes, I was just joking, come on! Listen, Eugenio, would you like to come to our place next month? We're organizing a party for our eighth anniversary, and we would be happy to have you with us." "Sure, it's April 27th, right?" "You remember the date?" "How could I not remember it? It was Carlo's birthday. He invited both of you to his party, you met there." "Yes, it's true. And you were a delicious boy. Poor Carlo..." "Yes... Well, I leave you now, Dario. See you soon." "Wait, tell me your number!" "Ah, yes..." Eugenio finished the call and thought again about Carlo. They became lovers when he was seventeen, then they lived together for three years, until Carlo's death... He still had the telephone at his ear, while thinking about that, and he heard a voice. "Ciao!" "Dario? Are you still there?" he asked, stupefied. "No, I'm not Dario." the slightly metallic voice said, "I'm your new telephone, so to say." "What? Come on, stop it! You are Dario!" "No. Try to cut the line." Eugenio shook his head, smiling. That jester of Dario, he thought. He cut the line and put the telephone back to his hear. "You see? I'm still here." "How did you do that? Who are you?" "The telephone, as I said." "Come on! What's that, an interference?" "No, Eugenio, I'm really speaking to you from inside your telephone. I'm a soul." "Right, now even telephones have a soul!" "Not really, I'm just a temporary guest, for a few days. Until I'll reincarnate in a new being, in a new body." "Come on! I never believed in reincarnation. Who are you?" "I don't have a name and I have lot of names: those of all the people I was. You can call me with the name of my last incarnation, if you want to: John." "John? And who's that John, an American?" "No, an Englishman, the technician who tested this cellular. He died while testing it, so I had to enter the cellular." "And why?" "Because when our body dies we are attracted by the nearest noble metal, and here inside there is a little bit of platinum." "Ah, and how do you feel in there?" "How do I feel? I'm here, and that's all." "You have a lively fantasy..." "Why? You have to know that souls can never tell lies. I'm the soul of the late John." "And now you are prisoner of this phone." "No, not prisoner, just a guest, until I'll reincarnate again." "When?" "I don't know. After the death of the previous body, at least fifty days have to pass, sometimes more. Twenty nine days have already gone by, so..." "And how do you reincarnate?" "When a spermatozoon penetrates an ovum, it's like the nearest available soul is sucked in." "You are naive. How do you want me to believe to such a bullshit? Moreover, if it was like you say, the world population would not be in continuous growth, would always be composed of the same number of souls." "No, there are also new souls, who have never incarnated. They are the competitors we fear the most, because they are very fast. Sometimes a soul remains without a body even for years." "So, you pretend to be the soul of John, a phone tester." "And hundreds of other people. The first time I incarnated was about ten thousand years ago." "Hey, but then you are old!" Eugenio said, laughing. "A soul doesn't become old, just matures little by little, learns something from each new incarnation. And a soul doesn't forget anything, even the most trivial things that his body could forget. So it is more and more enriched..." "And then? Will it all come to an end?" "I think so, but don't ask me: I know just what I've learned until now." "And... tell me, does god exist?" "If you want my personal opinion, I think so, but on that subject I don't know anything more than you do. On others, I know a lot more than you: I have the experience of thousand lives, but..." "Hundreds or thousands?" "You're trying to catch me red-handed, right? Hundreds, thousands, they're just numbers used to say many, aren't they? If you want to know precisely, I reincarnated three hundred and sixty one times." "And you remember all of them?" "Sure." "So, my soul could remember also..." "Sure." "But I don't remember anything." "When we enter in a new body, we temporary lose the memory of all the preceding lives, otherwise it would influence our new life too much. But when our body dies, we recover the complete memory, enriched by the new experiences. This, at least, is the theory I formulated." "You always refer to yourself as masculine. Are there male and female souls?" "No, souls don't have a gender. However, I've always incarnated in men and have been gay like you are. That's why I felt like speaking with you." "A gay soul! This is really a thought-out joke!" "No, it is not a joke, it is a fact. Probably we are attracted to certain gene combinations..." "So, according to you, being gay is a genetic problem?" "It is probably. I've never reincarnate in a scientist, so I don't know exactly, but my experience makes me think that way." "So, someone is gay because he receives a gay soul?" "Or vice versa, possibly, I don't know." "Never reincarnate in a straight man?" "No, at most in a bisexual man, so to say." "And never in a woman?" "Never, at least until now. But three hundred and sixty one times are not so much, I think." Eugenio thought that the joke, whoever was doing it, was amusing, so he continued in his colloquy: "So, would you tell me about that John?" "If you want me to... I incarnate 13th of March 1950. I am the son of a Wales countryman, I'm grown in the country. From my childhood on I'm strong, lively, curious, buy shy. A little after puberty I begin to feel attracted by my elders, but partly because of education, my religion, various reasons, I always resist to temptations. To tell the truth, there are not so many occasions either: I live in a small, puritan community, very strictly controlled. But when I feel those indefinable states of excitement, I dream to be in the arms of a beautiful, strong, passionate man companion. Just dreams, but I'm deeply ashamed of them afterwards. At seventeen I go to study electronics in a town. I live in a boarding school. Here, one of my class mates, one year older than me, starts to court me. But I refuse him, and keep him at a distance." "Didn't you like him?" "Sure I do like him, and a lot. When we are alone, studying together, and he caresses me, I'm strongly aroused, but I reject him. I'm scared by my very desire. He tries several times, but is not too insistent, so nothing happens. After graduation I find a job quickly, and after some time I meet a nice, likely girl, and we decide to marry: I want to be normal." "It's a mistake that several closeted gays do. I was lucky, I accepted myself at once." "I don't. We marry. I love her, I think it can work. But on the contrary... From the wedding night on, it doesn't work. I feel okay with her, I like to caress her, to be caressed, but I'm not aroused at all. She is patient for a while. Then she advises me to see a doctor, a specialist, but nothing changes. At the end she wants the divorce, poor Mary Ann... I remain alone for three years. I feel more and more attracted by men, but I still resist. Until I meet Nick. He is an Irish boy, three years older than me. He is beautiful like the sun..." "Who knows why nobody falls in love with an ugly person?" "Because the concept of beauty is completely subjective, and because, at a certain point, you can see a beauty that eyes cannot discern. Don't be so naive!" "Bah, I just know that in all tales the protagonists are always splendid..." "Do you want me to continue, or not?" "Come on, don't play the offended now. Yes, continue, your tale is rather interesting. So, you were saying you met Nick..." "I never felt attracted to anybody the way I am attracted to him. Moreover, as he never makes sexual advances to me, I feel completely sure with him, I don't feel like running away from him. Together, we go to pubs, to horse races, to walk, to see movies. We talk a lot and we become more and more intimate. And I understand that he is gay too, so little by little I open to him, I tell him my problems. Nick listens, asks me questions, but never gives me answers, he makes me find the answers myself, little by little. He is a splendid person, Nick. With him I feel more than okay, I can be myself..." "Did he work with you?" "No, he does... he is a primary school teacher. Herz belongs to the IRA, as I discover later. That summer we go to the seaside together. We book a two bed room in a delicious bed and breakfast, close to the beach. One evening, as we go to bed, he sits on the edge of my bed. We chat. He caresses my hand. I caress his hand. He caresses my cheek, with tenderness. We don't talk anymore, we look at each other, in silence. He lowers to kiss me. I return the kiss. He starts to undress me, I'm aroused, I let him undress me, quivering while waiting. I know what he wants from me, and I feel strangely ready to give him what he wants. I feel great in his arms. He gets undressed, comes to me, kisses me, I kiss him, our tongues play hide and seek, I'm all quiver, I'm ready to follow him to the end of the world. We explore each others' bodies, we learn to know each other, and finally our mouths find our throbbing erections and we unite in a pleasure circle..." "You do a sixty nine, don't you?" "Yes, sure. He starts to lick me between my buttocks, my reaction is terribly strong, an intense pleasure. I understand what he desires and I readily offer myself to him. He puts my legs onto his shoulders, he smiles at me inquiring. I nod yes. He takes his time to prepare me, then I feel ready. And finally he leans on me, and looks at me with his sweet smile. I nod again, he starts to push and I receive him in me. And finally I fully realize: I did find what all of me needed. He darts on me, in me, with youthful ardour, I answer with fervent enthusiasm. While he takes me, he kisses me and I feel that I have nothing more to desire from life. I feel I belong to him, that he belongs to me. His strong member inside me is part of me. He and I are realizing the dream of all lovers: to become one united thing. My first night of love. It is splendid, I feel like being in paradise. I feel I'm in love with him and tell him so. He is happy, he tells me that he has loved me for ages. It is me to make him happy and knowing this fills me with joy. I like feeling his desire, his tenderness; his passion conquers me; I let him drive me on the roads of love. I want to blend with him..." "Yes, I can understand you. I too experienced that. I think that the bodies want to blend, because the souls want to blend..." "You are perfectly right. Two souls can communicate just in flashes, in moments of peculiar intensity, and the sexual intercourse, inspired by love, at times makes this happen. The morning after, when we wake up, he asks me to be his boyfriend. I accept at once, without hesitation. In the months spent together before that night, he had transformed me, he had brought me to accept myself, my love and his love. So our story begins. Just one thing from time to time dims our relation: I would like to live with him, but he doesn't agree. And yet I know he loves me. The fact is that he doesn't want to involve me. Even if I don't know about it yet, belonging to the IRA means a very dangerous life..." "If he loved you so much, he had to tell you, hadn't he?" "I don't know, I'm not him... Anyway, even without understanding, I accept. I love him with all my self." "You never cheated on him, I bet." "No, sure, it doesn't even pass through my mind, for he's the only one for me. All others are simply... others. I can like them, I can feel very good being together as friends, but the idea of having intercourse with other people doesn't even barely touch my mind." "I loved Carlo very much, and yet, at times, the temptation came. And twice I did actually cheat on him; afterwards, however, I regret having done so. I didn't want to, but..." "Each one is different, right?" "It can depend on my soul." Eugenio said with a smile. "No. The soul, when it is in a body, blends completely with it and what results is something completely new and original. And today, I am the essence of everyone I ever was, can you understand this? But I will reincarnate again, and I will have completely new and different experiences. Not all my "I"s were faithful, on the contrary... The spontaneous faithfulness, I think, is something rather rare." "Go on. You were with Nick..." "Yes, then, I am with Nick..." "But, why do you always use the present tense? What's that, an historical present? A question of literary style?" "No, to me memories are like reality. Like in a movie, I am all the time all my personages, talking in present tense comes spontaneous to me. Being incarnated, a soul lives in the time, where there is a present, a past and a future. But this is just an illusion of the entity soul-body. The body lives in the time..." "Yes, all right. Too difficult. Go on, rather." "If you don't always interrupt me... Then, I feel really good. I am perfectly well, with Nick. Even if I am Protestant and he is Catholic, I am Welch and he is Irish, nothing separates us." "By the way, what did you do about religion? It seems to me that neither Protestants nor Catholics welcome homosexuals, right? Did you have an easy conscience?" "Yes. Both of us made a distinction between our faith in God and the sermons of His churches. We don't have problems. We know that the love that unites us is holy, so we live up to it without problems. Each church, each religion preaches different things, occasionally even opposite things. Therefore each church is fallible, even if they affirm the opposite. This is my conviction, as well as Nick's." "And as a soul?" "Not so different, even if perhaps more articulate. But do you want to talk about theology and moral or about John?" "Uh, how impatient, touchy you are!" "No, a soul is neither impatient nor touchy. I just don't understand what you really want to talk about." "About John. I like the way you narrate." "OK. So, everything is alright. I yet imagine a long, serene life together because I feel that, even if we are not united by a rite, we are forever joined together in love. He is my husband and I'm his husband. Therefore I am happy. When we can be together, be it a few hours or some complete days, for me it is a feast, the paradise. It is enough to look into his eyes and read in them his love for me, and I'm filled with emotion. It is enough if he brushes me, to feel the desire in his fingers, and I want to be united with him. I love to feel his desire, undress him, be undressed by him. I love the long preliminaries, the growing but hold back desire, the taste, the scent, the consistence of his member dancing between my lips, the warmth of his lips on my member, the pleasure we give each other at full hands, until both of us are no longer able to hold back and I beg him to take me, oh, without words, and he finally enters me with his virile and fresh impetuosity and makes me feel that I'm completely his. We pass a splendid period whose intensity and fullness of emotions never end to astound me. I feel fully man, fully realized, in one word: happy. But one day, watching TV news while waiting for him, I hear that there has been a clash between the IRA and the police, not far from the church of Saint Martin on the Fields, and that the IRA left behind three of their men dead. The newsreader says the names: one of them is Nick! He, my Nick, is dead! Killed. Oh I feel like I'm dying. My life, all at a sudden, has no more meaning. I don't consider killing myself, this is not part of my mental schemes, but I ask myself what I live for, and I pray to God to call me to him, to reunite me with my Nick. I work, then shut myself home. Nothing interests me, nobody. Just the sweet memory of Nick. And at the end, on the 12th of November 1994, while I'm testing the umpteenth cellular telephone, a heart attack stops my heart. So I part from the body that was John and enter in this cellular." "And now you are speaking to me. Well, whoever you are, you have a lively fantasy. I like the way you build your stories." "You still don't believe me, eh? Bah, for me nothing changes. You don't believe me, but you talk to me..." "And you, soul, why are you talking with me?" "Because it amuses me to do it. Before I never could, but now, thanks to modern technology... And, well, it amuses me that you don't believe me, you know?" "It amuses you? Souls can be amused?" "I use the words you can understand, the concepts you know, nitwit! Do you know that you are a funny chap? I would have liked to be your soul... but then you would have been different from what you are..." "Well, OK. But now I have to leave you. Can we talk again?" "As long as you like, and as long as I have to remain in your cellular." "What number do I have to dial to talk to you?" "Number? Don't be silly: it's enough to open the cellular at any time and then you tell me you want to talk with me, OK?" "Right, a soul doesn't need to sleep, I think." Eugenio said with irony, "Well, ciao, soul. Now I'm busy." "Ciao, Eugenio." The young man closed his cellular and asked himself who could be that witty fellow amusing himself in that way. An interference... or somebody who found a way to hook to a line... and who had thought of an original and harmless pastime. Anyway, it has been amusing. ******************* THE FIRST The next morning, Eugenio remembered he had to do a telephone call, so he took his cellular and dialed the number. He talked, greeted and cut the line. Then he remembered the self-styled "soul". He opened the cellular and, feeling a little silly, asked "Ciao, are you there?" "Of course I'm here. Ciao, Eugenio. I thought you didn't want to talk with me anymore..." "Hey, are you listening all the time?" he asked, surprised for the immediate answer. "And what else do I have to do? I just wait for the days to elapse, until some inseminated cell attracts and absorbs me." "I see. Listen, I have some spare time, do you feel like talking with me a little?" "Sure, for me time doesn't count, as I've already told you. It is only a problem for you." "Yesterday you told me about your last reincarnation. Do you remember the first one also?" "Sure, all is present, to me. The first one... well, it is of little interest to you, I guess. Anyway... You know, the last glaciation has just passed. I come to life in a group living in caves, in the land that nowadays is called France. A precarious life, in constant fight against wild animals and against a nature which is still cold and hostile, similar to what today is found in Iceland or rather perhaps in Finland, I think. We are a group of nomad hunters, even if there are some attempts at starting a temporary cultivation in the short fine weather periods. Our small society is founded on a simple hierarchic principle, namely on two values: physical strength and hunting skills. It is similar to a pack of wolves: first, there is a leader, the strongest and most skilled man, and then, in pecking order, the others. The pack leader chooses his women, and then the others. And, as the leader chooses his woman - he usually has several women - someone, at the end of the hierarchy, remains without a woman. That's usually a young man. But, as the sexual hunger starts quite early, the young boy has only two possibilities: either trying to have sex with a complaisant women in secret - but this is rather difficult and rare, and even dangerous, because we practically live all together - or to do it with another boy having the same problem. Growing older, one can also try to challenge another man and fight with him: if, by chance, he wins, he has the right to take the loser's woman and mate with her, if the looser has one. But if he loses, he must recognize the other man's superiority, submit to the winner by crouching at his feet and offering himself to the man as if he was a woman. The other man fucks him, and peace is done." "What was your name?" "We don't have real names. Rather appellatives or nicknames, and they often change. We are a small group, we all know each other... My last nickname, if you want to know, is Greuj, that could be translated, in actual terms, with... well, it's difficult... "Look", perhaps. "Greu", without the final "J" sound, is the word we use to draw somebody's attention to something... Or perhaps "Here you are" or... "You know", I'm not sure..." "And, tell me, there were also gay persons at that time?" "No, being gay has nothing to do with it. To fuck the loser is a kind of social rite: the loser is fucked in front of everyone and this is like a declaration that the loser accepts his place in the social scale -- nothing more, nothing less. For sure there is also pleasure in these unions, sex is always sex, but they are more a means to establish, recognize and maintain a hierarchy than anything other. Also between the youths without a woman, a hierarchy is established with fights, and the winner fucks the looser. Fights amongst youngsters are very frequent: in fact they are useful to become physically strong, but also to soothe the unrestrained sexual drive. And one day, perhaps, to conquer his first own woman." "But, women were just objects?" "You are thinking with present mentality. Women are quite always pregnant and they suckle almost continuously. Infant mortality is very high, so they practically have to procreate once a year. Therefore they cannot go hunting, they have to give birth to children and raise them, practically as a full time job. To get food, for themselves and for their children, they completely depend on their hunting men. It is not an ideological discrimination, it is just law of nature. And a stronger and more skilled hunter can maintain and protect more than one woman. It's just that. A kind of natural selection, you see: the stronger procreates more than others and therefore the breed improves." "And you, when did you have your first fight, not just as a game?" "Just after my puberty, I presume I am nine or ten years old. Man, in this time, ripes early. My first fight is more a kind of imitating my elders than anything other. I challenge a boy slightly older than me, we fight, I lose. Therefore I crouch in front of him offering him my submission..." "You mean your little ass..." Eugenio said with an amused giggle. "Sure. He comes on towards me, spits in his hand and brushes it on his cock, making it harden and lubricating it, and takes me. I feel it pushing on my little hole, opening it little by little, invading me. After a first, short but sharp pain, my sphincter suddenly gives way, he sinks inside me and in a short while I notice that I like feeling that young and strong body on me a lot, but especially feeling his tool inside me. I hope he is not one of those doing just a short formal fuck, and then ignoring you. Partly I'm lucky, he needs some time to come and until he doesn't come, unlike others, he doesn't stop. Anyway, I like that first experience so much that, little by little, I start to challenge boys I'm quite sure being stronger than me, who I admire and who I want to fuck me." "So, you didn't fight to win, but to get fucked, eh?" Eugenio asked with a malicious tone. "No, on the contrary, I try to win. It is not just a sexual problem, you see, it is just one thing: sex, social position, food... Those who always lose, with the years, become a kind of... inferior beings. And nobody wants to be that. Sometimes I win and the other has to submit to me, and anyway I also like a lot to be the fucker." "But one had to accept anytime he is challenged?" "No, but the only way to avoid the fight, when challenged, is to crouch in the defeated position and let the other fuck you... Not many do that... and only if the other is clearly too superior, clearly stronger." "Therefore the challenger is automatically sure to fuck or to be fucked." "It is just like that, right. And this is quite good for those who, like me, prefer to have sex with a man instead of a woman. In fact, people you call gays nowadays, in these times are known as troublemakers... Challenging is a good excuse to have a good fuck with a man, one way or the other." "But, apart from the fights, it didn't happen that two men just decided to have sex together?" "Yes, but just amongst the boys or amongst the last in the social scale, when they realize that they have no chance to win at all. They also often form steady couples." "And the others, did they mock them?" "No, it is simply natural to live that way, with everybody at peace. There are no prejudices. And rather, at times it happens that a hunter takes a weaker one with him, one of those who gave up fighting, as a steady companion, and keeps that one with him, as part of his family, as one of his women. Without needing a challenge when he feels like, he just takes him, gets on top and fucks him. These people have a quite particular position, in fact they are like women, in a sense, because they have to promptly please their hunter anytime he feels like, but then they also have to go hunting with him and help him. And really, it is precisely in times of game-hunting, when they are far away from our village for days, that they carry out their sexual duties. At night they lie with their man who often fucks them. That's why the hunter who can afford having a personal boy with him is often envied by other hunters. Anyway, there is a hunter I like very much. Not only has he a handsome body, but he is skilled in fucking, he is a real champion. So, from time to time, I challenge him, I lose and submit to him. He knows my intentions very well, and willingly consents to my game. I know he likes fucking me, because I don't lie there uninvolved, leave it all up to him. I've learned to move and make my asshole throb so that I give him great pleasure. Anyway I too am strong enough now: sometimes a boy tries to challenge me and often I'm the winner, so that the boy submits to me. I also like being on top and fucking a good ass, clearly." "You always talk about fucking. There is no love, right?" "Not yet the romantic love as you think of today. Even if sometimes there is affection. And anyway, there is also pleasure in these unions. There is joy. Don't imagine a society without joy and pleasure. We have a culture, usages and customs; a corpse, for instance, is buried carefully and with respect, in a resting position, with gifts around his body. The first mythes are formed and are told at night around the fires. We decorate our bodies with colored clays, and with feathers or bits of leather, with fangs of animals." "Did you wear clothes or were you naked?" "Completely naked, we don't suffer from cold, we are strong. Only in very cold nights we cover up with animal furs and we warm each other. And sometimes, especially on these occasions, we also have sex without fighting, just on instinct, for pleasure. For a certain period, before I get my first woman, there is a boy coming often to warm himself and me under my fur, and at night we usually have sex. There is affection between us. We often share our bag. I am a good hunter, even if I am still young. And he is ready to please me in every way. He has delicious lips and a dream-like little ass. When we are alone in our pallet, he is really vivacious, he has the fire on him, and he loves being fucked by me. I consider him my protege." "You were lovers, in one word." "No, just two faithful companions, an older and a younger one. And, him being so young, we don't need to use the subterfuge of fighting. He often fights with boys of his age, and he often wins. He is growing in a skillful hunter. But he likes being fucked by me, so he simply makes me understand that..." "And how?" "One Winter night he just comes to lie near me, under my bear fur. He starts to touch me, and I let him do so. He arouses me, then, quietly, he goes on all fours and offers himself to me. I go on with him, excited, grasp his hips and stick my rod in his little hole, with real pleasure. He succeeds in keeping me awake nearly all night, making me take him several times, making me cum several times. I like that little boy very much. So I tell him to come again, and he comes." "Similar to the hunter you were talking about earlier." "Yes, but I and the hunter are adults, so we must resort to the fight excuse." "How old was that boy?" "Eleven, perhaps twelve. Not yet thirteen." "A child!" "Not in these times. It is like, let's say, seventeen, eighteen today. Remember what I told you, we ripen very fast, also physically, and life is really short in these days. So, all winter long he comes under my fur, every night, to be fucked by me. And even afterwards, when we slacken our meetings, at times he comes to look after me. Even after I won my first woman... I and he are what could be called two bosom friends..." "Or two bottom friends! But, did the others know? About you two, I mean." "Sure, but they don't find it so strange. Especially, as I told you, when we are out for the hunt." "Did you also have orgies amongst men?" "You mean three, four or more?" "Yes, right." "Amongst small boys, it happens sometimes, but it is more a game to unload our puberal energies. And anyway, it starts quite always with the excuse of a fight, something that happens quite frequently, expecially at that age. Amongst adults it doesn't happen. And whatsoever, never with our women." "So, you said, you also won a woman at a certain point..." "Yes, sure, and I have two children." "Did you like her?" "She is simply my woman... I clearly prefer a man. In fact I am someway a troublemaker, one of those who challenge others a little too often. Each time I desire to be fucked, or to fuck. Anyway I perform my duty also with my woman, of course. And it is just a little after the birth of my second child when, on a hunt for brown bears, a big and strong male succeeds in grasping me and crushes me, bites me with his fangs and kills me. So I feel sucked away in a nearby stone containing metals..." "How old were you?" "I think eighteen, I don't know for sure." "A short life..." "Bah, mean for these times. To die at forty is a real record, like today dying more than a hundred years old... Women, already at these times, live a little longer than men, but they also, with all the pregnancies and hard life they have, wear out quickly." "Did you remain in that stone for a long time?" "Rather. I presume more than two hundred years, but I cannot be sure. When I'm just a soul I don't have conscience of time going by in the external world unless special external phenomena occur, or I'm reincarnated." "Yesterday you told me that, according to you, being gay is a genetical fact..." "I think so. It is likely." "So, in your opinion, there is a gene making you gay and another making you straight? So, the moment genes are mixing and you get one of each, you are bisexual, if you have two of the same kind you are either gay or straight?" "I see that you thought about it... But I don't think it works that way, in fact, if it was as you say, the child of a lesbian and a gay man must absolutely be either gay or lesbian, and it doesn't seem to be that way..." "I don't understand. What do you mean?" "Do you know Mendel's genetic laws?" "Quite enough..." "Then, listen. If it was as you say, let's call G the gene of homosexuality and S the one making you straight. Let's imagine a bisexual man, who has a GS combination, couples with a bisexual woman, who is GS too. Well, the four possible combinations can be one GG, that is a completely homosexual child, two SS, that is a completely straight child, and two GS, that are two bisexual children..." "Yes, right." "Now, let's imagine a gay man, that is a GG, couples with a lesbian, that is a GG as well. Their children can only be GG as well, completely homosexual, you understand? But the possibility that a gay couples with a lesbian is really remote, so, little by little, the group GG will disappear..." "I see... But then? What's your theory?" "I think that there is a gene pushing the person towards the man, whatever gender it has, that I'll call M, and another gene pushing towards the woman, that I'll call F. Now, let's think that a bisexual man and a bisexual woman couple: they both have the MF combination, right? The four possibilities are one MM, two MF and one FF. Now, if the child with the MM combination is a woman, she will be completely heterosexual, and if that child is a man, he will be completely homosexual..." "I don't see what changes..." "Well, a complete gay, that is a MM, couples with a complete lesbian, that is a FF. All their children will be MF, that is bisexual, whatever their gender is... Do you see the difference between your theory and mine?" "Yes... but you had thousands of years to think about it... But anyway, if it was as you say, 25% of the population would be straight, 25% homosexual and 50% bisexual... it doesn't seem to be like that at all." "You rightly said it "would" be. But there is the enormous social pressure pushing to change one's natural behaviour. So, the way how one actually lives his sexuality is modified by places and the epochs..." "All is decided at the point of conception, in your opinion." "I told you, this is just my theory, I can't prove it. And I've never been a genetic scientist, supposing that they understand this point better than us. And anyway, if it is due to genes, I think it is a little more complicated than just a M and F gene..." "Let us change the subject. You just told me that you don't have conscience of the external world when you are just a soul, until you reincarnate." "Right." "But then, now, how can you have conscience of me?" "Because this device allows me to communicate with you. Until now, in the intermediate periods, I just had conscience of myself and of the experiences I had being in the preceeding bodies. In the intermediate periods, I compare, catalogue, put these experiences in order... just to use your terms. And when I'm incarnated I have full conscience of the external world through the body senses, but not of myself as a soul." "You did elaborate a good theory, you have a lively fantasy." "You still don't believe me, eh? Why don't you verify the story of John and Nick? Nick's death was published in newspapers, and I think that there must be an obituary notice for John, at least in English newspapers. If you want I can give you the data." "Good, tell me." Eugenio said amused, and started to take notes of what the voice was saying at the telephone. ----------------------------- CONTINUES IN PART 2 ----------------------------- In my home page I've put some of my stories. If someone wants to read them, the URL is http://www.geocities.com/~andrejkoymasky/ If you want to send me feedback, my e-mail is andrejkoymasky@geocities.com ---------------------------