{"id":254884,"date":"2026-07-13T03:52:42","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T00:52:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/brass-helen-walsh\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T03:52:42","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T00:52:42","slug":"brass-helen-walsh","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/brass-helen-walsh\/","title":{"rendered":"Brass – Helen Walsh"},"content":{"rendered":"
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On top of the world I am. A man comes in, has a piss and leaves. Just a blur. And another one. Absolutely on top of the fucken world. My surroundings veer into focus and my limbs begin to feel lighter and lighter \u2018til they are suddenly springing me over to the sink where I do my trousers up and splash cold water on my face. I gaze into the mirror and my reflection vaults across it and right back again.<\/p>\n

I can\u2019t remember whether I\u2019ve pissed or not. I try and piss in the sink but my dick is hard and can\u2019t make it\u2019s mind up. I stay in the toilets for a while longer and get my head together. I wait for the euphoria to abate. I\u2019m always like this me, coming up on an eckie. It just knocks us clean out for the first twenty minutes or so and then I\u2019m fine.<\/p>\n

And I\u2019ve figured that the best thing to do is just sit back and hand yourself over. Don\u2019t try and fight it, or control it or it\u2019ll mash your head to pieces. Sit back and enjoy it. It\u2019ll tune into your body\u2019s natural rhythm when it\u2019s good and ready and when it does there\u2019s fucken nothing like it in the world. Ecstaseeeeeey! I need to be with Millie. I\u2019m so looking forward to walking out of those doors and seeing Millie\u2019s face. I love her I do.<\/p>\n

I fucken love that girl to bits. There\u2019s no one I\u2019d rather be with, if the truth be known. Even Anne Marie. Nar, would not be right her seeing us like this \u2013 all loved-up and with my emotions running amok and that. Thinking of it almost sends us on a downer. I forget where I am. I remember. The toilets are situated at the other end of the pub and I find the journey back a task and a half.<\/p>\n

I have to walk past the bar which is mad busy with ruddy-faced chaps in flat caps, and concentrate on being straight and not knocking into people like a prick, but everyone seems happy enough. Maybe they\u2019re all eckied up too.<\/p>\n

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I go hunting, beneath bodices and thin attire, The divine back below the curve of the shoulders\u2026 I recreate their bodies, burning with fine fevers. They find me absurd\u2026 And my savage desires fasten on to their lips. Arthur Rimbaud 1kitap1.com\/en Contents Title Page Dedication Epigraph Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Acknowledgements About the Author Copyright 1kitap1.com\/en CHAPTER 1 Millie We turn onto Upper Duke Street and the view sucks the breath from my lungs.<\/p>\n

The whole of the city is aglow and the Liver buildings, brightly drenched by the rising moon, reign magnificently in a cloudless sky. I snatch a quick glance to see if she too has been seduced by the vista but the eyes are paralysed by some chemical excess. She\u2019s at least three or four years younger than me \u2013 a child in the eyes of the law. Yet she wears the spent constitution of a woman who has lived, breathed and spat these streets out all her life.<\/p>\n

There\u2019s mixed blood in her face too, the dark complexion suggesting the Mediterranean while her narrowed eyes hint of the East. It\u2019s a good face \u2013 awkwardly composed but pretty nonetheless. It doesn\u2019t belong to these streets. We head down towards the Cathedral which pierces the night like some majestic foreboding, and she lopes off ahead, creating enough distance between us to show we\u2019re not together. At the graveyard gates, she swings round and instructs me with the flat of a palm to hold back.<\/p>\n

I watch her elfin silhouette slide down some steps and without warning, dissolve into the petrol blue night. I doubt she\u2019ll return and I\u2019m pricked with a mild spur of relief. The effects of the beak and the booze are fast ebbing away now and there\u2019s elements of the old me lurking in my subconscious, urging me to turn on my heels and flee.<\/p>\n

The night spits her back into focus and she\u2019s standing before me again. Skinny legs and fat breasts. Coal black hair pulled fiercely into a high pony. I swoon.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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