He’d have definitely recognised the fox/squirrel mask, but Gary doesn’t actually want to give the guy a heart attack. Maybe he was hoping Chazz would recognise him. He’d wondered, for a while, if the need that came upon him so strongly was a need for Chazz, but seeing him he realises that no, it’s more universal than that. Having lost his cherry to Chazz Michael Michaels suddenly seems a lot more exciting, and he ponders going up to the guy. Now, having had a fit of nostalgia and unspecified longing, he’s booked himself a ticket and spent the week at the World Wintersports XX, watching the past be reborn. Sure, they didn’t know his name either, but why on Earth should that even matter? He’d never known that until he started going to bars and clubs, finding he could draw men in towards him from across a room. It was as though Chazz had broken open a part of him, some cavity that the night with Chazz has just barely started to fill, leaving him achingly, desperately hungry for more. Gary the Squirrel became, after the time with Chazz, quite a different person. Spun-sugar-scented, popped and fried and dipped in pre-fabricated cheese grubby, and it wouldn’t wash.
So Gary wasn’t at the heart of it at first, not at all, but simply being in Grublets - it made you a little grubby. Gary wasn’t deluded – he’d known that for Chazz he was more Mr Right Now than Mr Right, but at the same time he’d leant back on his knees, looked up at the night sky and felt dazed, aware he’d lost at least a good bite of his cherry to someone famous. When Chazz had come, he’d grasped his hands tight in Gary ’s hair and just clung like he knew what he wanted and couldn’t quite reach it. At that bus-stop in Tucson, with sweet-wrappers and piss under Gary’s knees, heat and musk in his mouth and the feel of it, the dazzling sweet marathon of movement that it seemed sex was, the hunger that ruled every other damn thing.
But again, brothers – he kept that secret in his pants just like the other.Īnd for the record, he and Chazz Michael Michaels only did it the one time. In fairness, Gary the Squirrel himself never made it with any of the woodland fairies, partly because of the third ball issue (which, by the way, was a major drag, growing up with five brothers), partly because with any of them you’d need at least three rubbers at once.Īlso the whole ‘gay’…thing. It’s scarcely the most messed-up thing going on chez Grublets.
Thus, every week-day and twice on Saturdays, Gary convinces under-tens that squirrels have fangs and snouts. That said Ed had the costume with him because he liked to fuck in it, so Gary ’s not too distressed at missing out on the inheritance. He knows that he’s actually been wearing the fox costume since the last squirrel (‘Ed the Squirrel’, he was) got a girl from Tennessee knocked up and her dad burnt down Ed’s trailer, costume included, but no one’s bothered to replace it. Gary the Squirrel knows people call him that because no one knows his last name.
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