"Firstly, it's the title of one of the stories in the collection - where Dante recalls his first encounter with a porno theatre when he was only sixteen. The tsunami of sensations he experienced and later described as his "very first high" sent Dante on a decades-long pursuit of that high. Snippets from those decades are in Dancing With The Devil, the book that introduced the obsessive and horny Dante to the world. Cheesy Porn...and other fairytales peeps Dante in grammar school, the whimsical birth of his obsessive nature and the suspicion that one day he just may keep a hot boy chained in his basement."
Cheesy Porn also introduces some new characters, such as Andrew and Eddie in the excerpt below. It's a story titled The Game and it exemplifies that the greatest lies are the ones we tell ourselves. ~~
EXCERPT from Cheesy Porn...and other fairytales
Andrew’s hazel eyes narrowed, “Speaking of pussy, you can’t be getting much because you’re always up in my face. Where is this mystery lady you keep talking about? What’s up with that?”
“Just answer my question. Where is she?”
Eddie turned back to his beer, drained it. “Bring me another brew.”
“Nothin’.” Andrew stood, got two more beers from the kitchen and a bag of Cheese Doodles. He stood over Eddie, whose hand was still under his waistband.
"Why do you do that?"
"That," he gestured toward Eddie’s lap with a look of disgust. "You’re sitting there playing with yourself."
Eddie made a mouth fart, “You trippin’."
"You are," Andrew sat down and continued, "And you don’t even realize it. Go sit over there before crabs start jumping on me." He shoved Eddie over on his side, but he immediately toggled back like a Weeble.
"First off, fuck you. And second off, I ain’t playin’ wit’ my shit. And I don’t wanna sit over there. You can’t see the TV good from over there. Why don’t you move over there?" He shoved Andrew over on his side, but he didn’t wobble back.
Andrew just leaned on his elbow, and stared.
"What?" Eddie asked again.
"Are you gay?"
"What?” Eddie stiffened. “Are you drunk? Why you ask me some crazy shit like that?"
"The other night," Andrew said, "I was watching this report on FOX—”
“That‘s your problem right there.”
“Hey, I like to know what the crazies are doing,” Andrew said. “Anyway, one of the crazies was talking about the huge amount of bisexual black men who keep it all so low nobody knows. So it got me thinking.”
“FOX? Got you thinkin‘? About what?!”
“Are you flying under the radar? I‘m noticing that you always got your hand down your pants when you‘re over here. What‘s that about?”
“Chill wit’ that shit, Drew.” Eddie sat back, took his beer and cracked it.
Andrew smiled. “We’ve been friends forever and I can point out some stuff. But you can tell me. Are you one of those down low brothers Sherri Shepard talked about?"
"Yeah, right, right,” he dug his elbow into Andrew’s butt. “The way your ass jiggles when you walk makes me hornier than a motherfucker. And if you’re done talkin’ bullshit, take your ass into the kitchen and fix us some grub. And stop watchin’ The View, too. No wonder you’re all crazy lately."
Andrew slowly sat up and ripped open the Cheese Doodles. "Don’t try to change the subject. I’m your boy, so tell me." He shoveled some of the orange snacks into his mouth and passed the bag to Eddie.
"I came back over to watch the fuckin’ game, not to talk about, about… faggot shit. You makin’ me real uncomfortable today, Drew." He popped a few Doodles into his mouth, spewing crumbs onto his stomach as he chewed.
"What the fuck now!?" Eddie blurted; more crumbs flew.
"You’re homophobic. Why do you have to use that word? And you say it like, like it’s the nastiest thing somebody could be. You say it with passion. That’s a clear sign of repressed desire."
Andrew locked his gaze with Eddie’s as the pre-game show played silently on the screen. Then Eddie said, "If you try to kiss me, I’ll fuck you up."
"See, there you go again. You are so down low even you don’t know it. I think you just need a good stiff one."
Eddie lashed out knocking Andrew over again ending with his tattooed arm rested across Andrew‘s neck. Cheese Doodles hit the floor. The beer hovered in Eddie’s other hand, dripping foam down his arm. Eddie’s brown eyes were wild for a moment, and then they quickly softened. He smiled and returned to his former position.
Picking up the Doodles, he said, “You need to stop playin’. That shit ain’t funny.”
Andrew’s eyes were brightly lit, “Easy son, no need for violence. I haven’t seen that look in your eye since I ate your scrawny pig.” He slowly sat up. They were side by side again, drinking and staring at the screen.
Eddie nudged him and said, “If anybody got fag tendencies, it’s you."
"Really?” Andrew said, snatching the Cheese Doodles off his lap. “How do you figure that one?”
Eddie faced him, "I saw that Barbra Streisand CD by the stereo. I ain’t say shit ‘cause I ain’t wanna embarrass your ass. But you probably lip-sync in the mirror when nobody’s around. And you never did say exactly why crazy-ass Angela suddenly packed her bags and dipped out on you." Eddie smirked and reached for the bag again, but Andrew held it out of reach.
“Don’t play stupid. You had issues with her from day one. That’s why you moved out.”
“Naw,” Eddie stared at the screen again, “You got it twisted. She never liked me. And I left ‘cause it was time. Once she started stayin’ here all the time and tryin’ to run shit, it was time to bounce.”
“That was your decision. I never asked you to leave.” Andrew said, turning up the bag and pouring Doodles directly into his mouth.
Andrew stuck his face in the bag and made snorting sounds while crunching Doodles.
"I’m imitating you! And for your information that CD belonged to Angela.”
"Right, right, whatever. I bet you know all the words though."
“Wait, did you just call me pudgy a second ago?” Andrew’s eyes roamed over Eddie’s six-foot-two frame, "Never mind, don’t try to flip the script. This is just more proof of what I’ve been saying all along," he got up to get a bowl. "You got gay issues."
"I’m all man and you know it." He grabbed his stomach with both hands, as if his love-handles were proof of his masculinity. Eddie watched Andrew leaving the room, "And I hope you know you switch when you walk."
Something crashed in the kitchen. Eddie smiled....