ESTANISLAO CONTRERAS

"When you are an adulterer and a puto, it is only fair that the gods give you a taste of your own medicine when they sentence you to an adulteress and a puta, but when I met Kali, I was hoping for one last chance at redemption," said Estanislao Contreras.

"Even though we deserve a whipping for our sins, it doesn't make the punishment any less painful. Mary, my wife before Kali, was both a virgin and a Christian. Only her family mattered to her. When I left this beautiful and faithful woman, who through time became quite adroit under the sheets, for Kali, the gods condemned me to hard labor for not appreciating the gift they had bestowed upon me."

Contreras, the controversial poet of Chicano Fuck Songs, gulped a beer before continuing with his soliloquy as he picked through the pieces of a dysfunctional marriage.

"I have asked only one thing of her: Fuck me! She doesn't have to cook for me. She doesn't have to wash for me. She doesn't have to clean for me. I'm not a macho who expects her to wait on me hand-and-foot. Just fuck me! But she can't do it. She can't understand that dedicating ten minutes to me and she will have me eating out of her hand after I have eaten my fill of her pussy and left a little whipped cream for dessert.

"Women are shocked when they discover their men have looked for scraps at others' back doors. They treat us like dogs and we become dogs.

"'Fuck me, goddammit!' I beg her. 'Fuck me, goddammit!'

"But she won't do it. She looks at me with scorn. I hate her. When she fucks me, I can't tell if I have a person or a cadaver under me.

"As my frustration has grown and my penis hasn't, I dredge up a story that adds combustibles to the conflagration.

"'After a guy had fucked you once, what would happen the second time he was with you?'

"'When he picked me up, we would fuck. When we came back to his place after dinner and dancing, we would fuck. In the middle of the night we would fuck and in the morning before he took me home we would fuck.'

"For the five years between marriages she described herself as out-of-control. She would combine ecstasy and alcohol and screw some cat she had met three hours earlier in the parking lot of a club. For me, however, there have been few ecstatic out-of-control moments. Those have been saved for her new lovers when she has chosen the joys of adultery over the woes of matrimony.

"'Fuck me, goddammit!' I beg her. "Fuck me, you goddamn cunt!'

But she won't.