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| Charles Mingus, jazz musician |
Fucky, Fucky, Fucky |
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A beautiful Mexican girl named Manuela came into his life . . .
He and Manuela went swimming together and he took her to dances and movies. His respect for her and for her family and the fact that he constantly heard his parents reminding his sisters that all men wanted was to get into their bloomers (a ridiculous thing — those big, black, blousy homemade drawers!) kept him from pressing her to go further than a little light petting.
It was Manuela who became impatient and it turned out she had advanced ideas. The flat-topped garage in her backyard had what they called a "roof garden" with a hammock and shrubbery and overhanging trees. One evening when he brought her home she took him up there and after they had kissed a while she pulled up her dress — "I no wear pants, see, Charles?" She begged him to feel the long hair over her "pinchy" — how black yet soft like cornsilk it was! "Feel it, Charles. It's for you, because of your kisses. Look when I open my sweater. See my chi-chis? I never wear nothing on them. See how they don't fall down? We don't wear brassieres in my country. We are real women. We're not ashamed to show we have bosoms that are hot and that we love to get them sucked.
"We can tell when a man is ready and hot and good to fuck. We love to fuck with him too. Fuck me now, Charlie. Oh! I knew your macoula was hard and hot for my ace! Oh! Oh, I love it! Push it up hard. Fucky, fucky, fucky. I fuck you, you fuck me everywhere! No one can see us under the trees. Now fuck between my chi-chis. See, I kneel. Ai chi wow wow! I like your taste. Here now, we lay in the hammock some too. Madre mia, how you stretch me when your fucks start! Like this, like that . . . Chingala, chingala tu madre. Oh, I'm coming, Mingus! Come in it, juice my split, fuck, Mingus!"
"You chile cunt bitch! You got me now! Come on, baby! Sloppy pop your cunt!"
"Oh, I love it, I love it!" — Los Angeles, late 1930s
from Beneath the Underdog: His World As Composed by Mingus by Charles Mingus (Random House, © 1991)
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