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Silkie tells this story from Paris, while at a nightclub, twenty years later....She was with her friend Denis and her sister, Rachel. It was her birthday. Silkie was so happy and excited to be performing with her sister...Rachel had finally had her Asberger's diagnosed, not that it changed anything about how she lived her life.................
"It's nice to have a name for being as weird as I am."
Rachel was a piano phenomenon from the age of three, composing her own pieces at age four and performing at age five........Rachel, as a c***d, did not like to wear clothing, she would only have certain colors around her and she would only eat a few foods, always prepared in the same way. She toilet trained herself at f******n months..she told Sylvia later that she could not bear the feeling of diapers on her body.............that was one of her earliest memories...........she loved to touch herself, that was another one...and she loved four letter words.............. her diction was very crisp and articulate, she didn't say a lot, but when she did, or when she sang, everybody heard her.....
Rachel went off to kindergarden at age four. On the first day, her teacher found her in a room by herself, with her clothes off, playing Bach, and Lizt and Scarlatti to her heart's content on the school piano..Rachel was very upset because the teacher told her she needed to get dressed, and worse than that, the piano was out of tune, and the other k**s didn't know the songs she was playing........Rachel refused to return to school after that. Early in her life it began to be clear to everyone who knew her that there was no room for negotiation after she refused something. Her parents hired a series of tutors who came to their home..but she got her sister to teach her to read and write and do basic -up to sixth grade-arithmetic before she was five...she learned all the rest of subjects that interested her by going to the library and checking out a book..when she was fifteen, she took the SAT's, even though she had never sat in a classroom. She was disappointed to find that she only got 760 on both parts of the test..Julliard in New York City was only too happy to offer her a full scholarship, not knowing that Rachel had never been to school, and rarely left her parent's house, only for music and to the library....She grew up with no friends, only her sister............. Silkie. In 1969, she traveled by herself, for the first time, across the country by train, to New York, to start her life in music....She wanted Silkie to make the trip with her, but Silkie had other projects, and refused, setting a long rift with Rachel that took years to mend. At Julliard, she was weird, but this was Julliard after all, she wasn't that weird as far as the school was concerned. Thanks to her parents, she had had a chance to work with musicians who were on the same plane as she was, and what she found in New York was acceptance and more of the same...she knew about one of the school's more famous alums, Miles Davis, who came there as a teenage trumpet whiz from the midwest , and was playing with Charlie Parker a few months after he arrived in New York...Rachel genius was quickly recognized, she could have started her professional career, like Miles, before she was sixteen, but the atmosphere of Julliard was very pleasant to her, and she stayed until she got her degree .
In 1991, she was thirty-five, a well-known jazz pianist in the U.S and Europe. She had recorded fifteen LP's and now several CDs, some solo, some with other artists most recently, Stan Getz, Duke Jordan and another session that she had enjoyed much more, with jazz legend Mary Lou Williams................Rachel had a great love and appreciation, not to say obsession, for the piano of Nat"King" Cole, when he had his trio, and before he became the giant of pop music for Capitol.........she tried to work several of his pieces into her standard set, and she had, in the past few months, put together a trio, with guitarist Antoine Regelado and bassist Joe Westlake, two veteran rhythm players who loved Nat Cole's sound from the '30's and '40's as much as she did.....Rachel was not at all in the same class a vocalist as her sister. Not very many people were................but she loved to sing his lyrics, they were sly and witty and fun to do, but enough twists and odd changes to keep them interesting, and because Nat Cole wrote them, there were all kinds of amazing choices that opened up for her as soon as she turned away from the voice mike and put her attention to the keyboard.
Silkie had been singing in clubs, standards, ballads, and fast paced jazz pieces to which she had written lyrics, in the manner of King Pleasure, Eddie Jefferson, and Dave Lambert of Lambert, Hendricks and Ross . She had given up on her opera career, but she had the vocal training and her huge voice.......things that she couldn't do when she was a teen-age opera student came easily to her now. Rachel, and her trio were with her.............they were billed as "Silkie Greene with the Rachel Greenburg Trio.....It wasn't the biggest club in Paris..........Silkie still suffered from stage fright, and the bigger the club, the more difficult she found it to perform, but it was packed.. Rachel, had come to Paris to play piano, to be with Silkie, to be her lover sometimes, to share men with her sometimes..because they had loved to do those things since they were small...they didn't announce that from the stage, but plenty of people in the business knew about their relationship. When Rachel was in a room with more than four people, the overload to her senses felt like being in the bell of a steamship horn, yet she did it, clubs, bars, theaters, even a stadium gig once..she did not back down to any challenge when it came to music.............
Performing lesbians were easliy accepted in Europe in 1991, but bi-sexual sisters who were also lovers was a bit of a stretch for some club owners.....For Silkie and for Rachel , the fact that they shared each other's bodies was far from the most interesting thing about themselves. All the audience ever saw were two women who resembled each other enjoying themselves on stage...........they did not present themselves professionally as sisters. SiIlkie was thrilled because Rachel was with her tonight, playing. piano for her.... Rachel was talking about making a CD with her.... jealousy was not a powerful emotion in Sikie's particular set, but she was in awe of Rachel's success, her ease on stage, her unwordly focus, and so glad that she was there tonight.They had been playing, singing and making music together since they were able to walk.
Tonight they switched timing and mood, tossed lyrics and phrases back and forth..did tricks with rhythm and accent that only they could anticipate and understand.....nobody could create fills, intros and outros for her like Rachel........... Each time Rachel soloed, she ended it on a phrase that set up the next vocal line so beautifully...Silkie kept a professional distance from all feelings except for the music when she was on stage, but somewhere in between "Frim- Fram Sauce" and"Hit That Jive, Jack", Silkie became aware of how much she wanted Rachel, right here, right now, her face between her thighs, she didn't care where she was or who was watching. She was very happy when she finished her set..........the whole club was on their feet, clapping and shouting..they made her take an encore, something she rarely did. After she paid Rachel, Rudy and Wally, she still had a mountain of Francs on the table..Silke was always Silkie..she carefully counted every note, and entered everything in her delicate hand, into a little book she carried everywhere....
Two months before this evening,Silkie had learned that her friend and lover, Denis, was HIV positive. They were both actively bi-sexual, as were so many of their friends, so was Rachel, so it wasn't that much of a surprise...but..in 1991, there wasn't much you could do.........Denis felt fine, but they both knew that AIDS would probably kill him in a year or two............or five or ten............ maybe all three of them would be dead by then.......or maybe he could go for a long time before getting sick...for all the men she had had as friends and lovers, one, a husband for a while, one, the father of her daughter, there were only two or three who were dear to her, who would always live in her heart...............Denis was one. And, unlike all the others, except for Tom, he was in love with her too.
Silkie sat down at the table. Her face was flushed, she was sweating, she was glowing, she was excited, mentally, sexually, and emotionally. Denis had a bouquet for her, not roses, he knew she hated roses; a bottle of Bordeaux, not too expensive, because he knew she didn't care about that either.......he remembered her telling him about having a reputation as a young woman as a "slut" and a "siren", but she always got her underwear, the cheapest blue cotton she could find, from Sears, Roebuck and sons........he had had the pleasure of removing them so many times, and she accepted his gifts of fancy underwear from shops all over Europe............she called them "gift wrapping".................but she would never buy them for herself..........she loved sex, had since she could comprehend it, but the accoutrements didn't mean much to her...........
Silkie said to Denis:
"I have a problem. I come off stage, people are clapping and shouting, like tonight . You know how that gets me excited....I see Rachel in in her gown..with the cleavage, yes.....most of her beautiful breasts exposed. God, I want her so much. I have seen her naked body my whole life.......why should that arouse me?"
"And now I get over here...........and here you are with that erection that I can see sticking up in your pants.........you know that about that part of me by now? That I like to see that stuff more than most women?..Oh yes baby, I know you do...."
Silkie turned her body so that she was staring into both of his eyes with both of hers:
" Oh Denis...(.Putting her head on his chest)........ l want you.......every day, every minute, Denis, I am aching for you......riight now............it's really bad...............did you like what we did tonight?.........Rachel is so good, maybe you didn't get what she was doing............"
"The bridge in that song.. that Clifford Brown song you did.....when your eyes connected...Rachel is so amazing..when you were singing the parts together with no lyrics........just s**tting on "No Anesthetic"?........I love this. I love to see you doing this............... of course my penis is enlarged.....................how, how could it not be, Silkie?"
Silkie:
".....I 'm aching for you.......................now you won't touch me................I promise, I won't get sick..............please, Denis, please, it has to be different now, the sex, but my feelings, nothing has changed......I stopped saying "I love you" to anybody after I got ****d in Seattle by three guys.when I was twenty......this is a....different story Denis................... tonight......you are the man I say that phrase to..."
"The other thing that happens when a set goes like it did tonight ; I'm hungry, I want some wine, but the way I feel tonight, I should say it the American way:
" I want some fuckin' wine............"
Denis filled her glass to the top:
"My love, some fuckin' wine, as you wish............."
Silkie and Denis ripped into the wine, and the delicious meal..........Rachel came from her dressing room,sat down next to Silkie.........
"Wasn't she wonderful?" Rachel leaned over and kissed her sister on the mouth......for a full thirty seconds....She didn't care who was watching either..........
Forty minutes later, all of them feeling the effects of the wine, the meal, and the pot they had shared in the men's room stall........
"Denis, I feel so happy..........I want you.................I wish we, you and Rachel and me, could just get our clothes off, get in bed, and fuck each other all night..........I want that......when you fucked me from behind. Denis.........your fat, lovely dick up my ass, ... and Rachel, when you went down on me too, oh my god..........."
Rachel picked up her glass and clinked it with the others without saying a word..............
Denis: "Let me think about that for a moment, Silkie, please.....with this stupid illness ..I am going to have to get better at holding these thoughts and memories....you are always in a rush............you and Rachel.............ah..........so lovely.........your faces so shiny with your juices and mine.............the afternoon light in that room in that farmhouse........what were those sheets made of anyway?.........you and Rachel asking..so sweetly...to pleasure me the way...the way you do....you wanted to wear my sperm on your faces...you said you wanted to be decorated..like something glazed, looking so delicious in the glass case of the boulangerie,yes?. and we took all those pictures?..You and her and then me with spunk all over us........... with my spunk on your breasts and cheeks, not quite covering you both, no, I am not superman (laughing) but the afternoon slanted light through that dirty window brought out all the catch-lights, your eyes, both your eyes gleaming...........yes, for once, I did this without putting stuff in your eyes........... the catch-lights..........and your little murmurs............oh my god.........on my death bed, I will have an erection from that vision in my mind..........".
Silkie:
" ...........but we are going to something......let's try something.......... but now this is what I want to do...We can't fuck, but we can do something..........I'm not sure........
Denis: "Please, tell a story please Silke, please, a filthy story......... now I am past fifty, your stories, when you tell them like you do, Silke, my dear, my cock gets hard like a boy.....I like it when you tell me about other boys and men and women you have been with..............you remember everything, no other woman I have known can do that...well, sometimes I masturbate myself to them as you tell them, and I know you like to see this happen for me, when I begin to get aroused, or when I open my pants................you have told me so many times how much you like that...........I would think you would get bored with it, but.............well I like to see you this way just as much, Silkie, and Rachel too...............ummmm...........Silkie with the red hair on her pussy and yours so chestnut brown........."
" Okay, lover, I hear that............ I .....Let me think..............oh shit, I really want to kiss you now...........I'm going to tell you a story about some sex thing I did, because, lover, I know what makes your dick get all hard, and for some reason me telling you about other men and boys and women I've been with seems to do it for you, lover....and Rachel, I know you want it too....."
" I remember the first time I was with you both...........it was so lovely, so lovely..........you and Rachel masturbated yourselves for me to see......it was like I was a boy again to see something like that, the two of you, rubbing yourselves, kissing...we were all grown-ups acting like c***dren that day.................I felt as I was fifteen to be with you then............and then you said, you were so American:
"Denis, take it out, take it out, or we will come and get it.....'jack off Denis, is what you said' and of course I masturbated myself while watching Rachel and you..........and that was our first time, for the three of us, the first time.................you captured my heart that day, I have told you before.........................but I don't mind to tell you again....."
Silkie: "I'm going to have the waiter, who I know, of course.............."
" Oh you are raising your eyebrow, Denis........do you think I meant to ........hint that I......that I...... fuck the waiter or something?...................please, Denis, please.........(laughing).............okay.....................once....................well, really............well he likes me, let us just say that....."
"It's nice to have a name for being as weird as I am."
Rachel was a piano phenomenon from the age of three, composing her own pieces at age four and performing at age five........Rachel, as a c***d, did not like to wear clothing, she would only have certain colors around her and she would only eat a few foods, always prepared in the same way. She toilet trained herself at f******n months..she told Sylvia later that she could not bear the feeling of diapers on her body.............that was one of her earliest memories...........she loved to touch herself, that was another one...and she loved four letter words.............. her diction was very crisp and articulate, she didn't say a lot, but when she did, or when she sang, everybody heard her.....
Rachel went off to kindergarden at age four. On the first day, her teacher found her in a room by herself, with her clothes off, playing Bach, and Lizt and Scarlatti to her heart's content on the school piano..Rachel was very upset because the teacher told her she needed to get dressed, and worse than that, the piano was out of tune, and the other k**s didn't know the songs she was playing........Rachel refused to return to school after that. Early in her life it began to be clear to everyone who knew her that there was no room for negotiation after she refused something. Her parents hired a series of tutors who came to their home..but she got her sister to teach her to read and write and do basic -up to sixth grade-arithmetic before she was five...she learned all the rest of subjects that interested her by going to the library and checking out a book..when she was fifteen, she took the SAT's, even though she had never sat in a classroom. She was disappointed to find that she only got 760 on both parts of the test..Julliard in New York City was only too happy to offer her a full scholarship, not knowing that Rachel had never been to school, and rarely left her parent's house, only for music and to the library....She grew up with no friends, only her sister............. Silkie. In 1969, she traveled by herself, for the first time, across the country by train, to New York, to start her life in music....She wanted Silkie to make the trip with her, but Silkie had other projects, and refused, setting a long rift with Rachel that took years to mend. At Julliard, she was weird, but this was Julliard after all, she wasn't that weird as far as the school was concerned. Thanks to her parents, she had had a chance to work with musicians who were on the same plane as she was, and what she found in New York was acceptance and more of the same...she knew about one of the school's more famous alums, Miles Davis, who came there as a teenage trumpet whiz from the midwest , and was playing with Charlie Parker a few months after he arrived in New York...Rachel genius was quickly recognized, she could have started her professional career, like Miles, before she was sixteen, but the atmosphere of Julliard was very pleasant to her, and she stayed until she got her degree .
In 1991, she was thirty-five, a well-known jazz pianist in the U.S and Europe. She had recorded fifteen LP's and now several CDs, some solo, some with other artists most recently, Stan Getz, Duke Jordan and another session that she had enjoyed much more, with jazz legend Mary Lou Williams................Rachel had a great love and appreciation, not to say obsession, for the piano of Nat"King" Cole, when he had his trio, and before he became the giant of pop music for Capitol.........she tried to work several of his pieces into her standard set, and she had, in the past few months, put together a trio, with guitarist Antoine Regelado and bassist Joe Westlake, two veteran rhythm players who loved Nat Cole's sound from the '30's and '40's as much as she did.....Rachel was not at all in the same class a vocalist as her sister. Not very many people were................but she loved to sing his lyrics, they were sly and witty and fun to do, but enough twists and odd changes to keep them interesting, and because Nat Cole wrote them, there were all kinds of amazing choices that opened up for her as soon as she turned away from the voice mike and put her attention to the keyboard.
Silkie had been singing in clubs, standards, ballads, and fast paced jazz pieces to which she had written lyrics, in the manner of King Pleasure, Eddie Jefferson, and Dave Lambert of Lambert, Hendricks and Ross . She had given up on her opera career, but she had the vocal training and her huge voice.......things that she couldn't do when she was a teen-age opera student came easily to her now. Rachel, and her trio were with her.............they were billed as "Silkie Greene with the Rachel Greenburg Trio.....It wasn't the biggest club in Paris..........Silkie still suffered from stage fright, and the bigger the club, the more difficult she found it to perform, but it was packed.. Rachel, had come to Paris to play piano, to be with Silkie, to be her lover sometimes, to share men with her sometimes..because they had loved to do those things since they were small...they didn't announce that from the stage, but plenty of people in the business knew about their relationship. When Rachel was in a room with more than four people, the overload to her senses felt like being in the bell of a steamship horn, yet she did it, clubs, bars, theaters, even a stadium gig once..she did not back down to any challenge when it came to music.............
Performing lesbians were easliy accepted in Europe in 1991, but bi-sexual sisters who were also lovers was a bit of a stretch for some club owners.....For Silkie and for Rachel , the fact that they shared each other's bodies was far from the most interesting thing about themselves. All the audience ever saw were two women who resembled each other enjoying themselves on stage...........they did not present themselves professionally as sisters. SiIlkie was thrilled because Rachel was with her tonight, playing. piano for her.... Rachel was talking about making a CD with her.... jealousy was not a powerful emotion in Sikie's particular set, but she was in awe of Rachel's success, her ease on stage, her unwordly focus, and so glad that she was there tonight.They had been playing, singing and making music together since they were able to walk.
Tonight they switched timing and mood, tossed lyrics and phrases back and forth..did tricks with rhythm and accent that only they could anticipate and understand.....nobody could create fills, intros and outros for her like Rachel........... Each time Rachel soloed, she ended it on a phrase that set up the next vocal line so beautifully...Silkie kept a professional distance from all feelings except for the music when she was on stage, but somewhere in between "Frim- Fram Sauce" and"Hit That Jive, Jack", Silkie became aware of how much she wanted Rachel, right here, right now, her face between her thighs, she didn't care where she was or who was watching. She was very happy when she finished her set..........the whole club was on their feet, clapping and shouting..they made her take an encore, something she rarely did. After she paid Rachel, Rudy and Wally, she still had a mountain of Francs on the table..Silke was always Silkie..she carefully counted every note, and entered everything in her delicate hand, into a little book she carried everywhere....
Two months before this evening,Silkie had learned that her friend and lover, Denis, was HIV positive. They were both actively bi-sexual, as were so many of their friends, so was Rachel, so it wasn't that much of a surprise...but..in 1991, there wasn't much you could do.........Denis felt fine, but they both knew that AIDS would probably kill him in a year or two............or five or ten............ maybe all three of them would be dead by then.......or maybe he could go for a long time before getting sick...for all the men she had had as friends and lovers, one, a husband for a while, one, the father of her daughter, there were only two or three who were dear to her, who would always live in her heart...............Denis was one. And, unlike all the others, except for Tom, he was in love with her too.
Silkie sat down at the table. Her face was flushed, she was sweating, she was glowing, she was excited, mentally, sexually, and emotionally. Denis had a bouquet for her, not roses, he knew she hated roses; a bottle of Bordeaux, not too expensive, because he knew she didn't care about that either.......he remembered her telling him about having a reputation as a young woman as a "slut" and a "siren", but she always got her underwear, the cheapest blue cotton she could find, from Sears, Roebuck and sons........he had had the pleasure of removing them so many times, and she accepted his gifts of fancy underwear from shops all over Europe............she called them "gift wrapping".................but she would never buy them for herself..........she loved sex, had since she could comprehend it, but the accoutrements didn't mean much to her...........
Silkie said to Denis:
"I have a problem. I come off stage, people are clapping and shouting, like tonight . You know how that gets me excited....I see Rachel in in her gown..with the cleavage, yes.....most of her beautiful breasts exposed. God, I want her so much. I have seen her naked body my whole life.......why should that arouse me?"
"And now I get over here...........and here you are with that erection that I can see sticking up in your pants.........you know that about that part of me by now? That I like to see that stuff more than most women?..Oh yes baby, I know you do...."
Silkie turned her body so that she was staring into both of his eyes with both of hers:
" Oh Denis...(.Putting her head on his chest)........ l want you.......every day, every minute, Denis, I am aching for you......riight now............it's really bad...............did you like what we did tonight?.........Rachel is so good, maybe you didn't get what she was doing............"
"The bridge in that song.. that Clifford Brown song you did.....when your eyes connected...Rachel is so amazing..when you were singing the parts together with no lyrics........just s**tting on "No Anesthetic"?........I love this. I love to see you doing this............... of course my penis is enlarged.....................how, how could it not be, Silkie?"
Silkie:
".....I 'm aching for you.......................now you won't touch me................I promise, I won't get sick..............please, Denis, please, it has to be different now, the sex, but my feelings, nothing has changed......I stopped saying "I love you" to anybody after I got ****d in Seattle by three guys.when I was twenty......this is a....different story Denis................... tonight......you are the man I say that phrase to..."
"The other thing that happens when a set goes like it did tonight ; I'm hungry, I want some wine, but the way I feel tonight, I should say it the American way:
" I want some fuckin' wine............"
Denis filled her glass to the top:
"My love, some fuckin' wine, as you wish............."
Silkie and Denis ripped into the wine, and the delicious meal..........Rachel came from her dressing room,sat down next to Silkie.........
"Wasn't she wonderful?" Rachel leaned over and kissed her sister on the mouth......for a full thirty seconds....She didn't care who was watching either..........
Forty minutes later, all of them feeling the effects of the wine, the meal, and the pot they had shared in the men's room stall........
"Denis, I feel so happy..........I want you.................I wish we, you and Rachel and me, could just get our clothes off, get in bed, and fuck each other all night..........I want that......when you fucked me from behind. Denis.........your fat, lovely dick up my ass, ... and Rachel, when you went down on me too, oh my god..........."
Rachel picked up her glass and clinked it with the others without saying a word..............
Denis: "Let me think about that for a moment, Silkie, please.....with this stupid illness ..I am going to have to get better at holding these thoughts and memories....you are always in a rush............you and Rachel.............ah..........so lovely.........your faces so shiny with your juices and mine.............the afternoon light in that room in that farmhouse........what were those sheets made of anyway?.........you and Rachel asking..so sweetly...to pleasure me the way...the way you do....you wanted to wear my sperm on your faces...you said you wanted to be decorated..like something glazed, looking so delicious in the glass case of the boulangerie,yes?. and we took all those pictures?..You and her and then me with spunk all over us........... with my spunk on your breasts and cheeks, not quite covering you both, no, I am not superman (laughing) but the afternoon slanted light through that dirty window brought out all the catch-lights, your eyes, both your eyes gleaming...........yes, for once, I did this without putting stuff in your eyes........... the catch-lights..........and your little murmurs............oh my god.........on my death bed, I will have an erection from that vision in my mind..........".
Silkie:
" ...........but we are going to something......let's try something.......... but now this is what I want to do...We can't fuck, but we can do something..........I'm not sure........
Denis: "Please, tell a story please Silke, please, a filthy story......... now I am past fifty, your stories, when you tell them like you do, Silke, my dear, my cock gets hard like a boy.....I like it when you tell me about other boys and men and women you have been with..............you remember everything, no other woman I have known can do that...well, sometimes I masturbate myself to them as you tell them, and I know you like to see this happen for me, when I begin to get aroused, or when I open my pants................you have told me so many times how much you like that...........I would think you would get bored with it, but.............well I like to see you this way just as much, Silkie, and Rachel too...............ummmm...........Silkie with the red hair on her pussy and yours so chestnut brown........."
" Okay, lover, I hear that............ I .....Let me think..............oh shit, I really want to kiss you now...........I'm going to tell you a story about some sex thing I did, because, lover, I know what makes your dick get all hard, and for some reason me telling you about other men and boys and women I've been with seems to do it for you, lover....and Rachel, I know you want it too....."
" I remember the first time I was with you both...........it was so lovely, so lovely..........you and Rachel masturbated yourselves for me to see......it was like I was a boy again to see something like that, the two of you, rubbing yourselves, kissing...we were all grown-ups acting like c***dren that day.................I felt as I was fifteen to be with you then............and then you said, you were so American:
"Denis, take it out, take it out, or we will come and get it.....'jack off Denis, is what you said' and of course I masturbated myself while watching Rachel and you..........and that was our first time, for the three of us, the first time.................you captured my heart that day, I have told you before.........................but I don't mind to tell you again....."
Silkie: "I'm going to have the waiter, who I know, of course.............."
" Oh you are raising your eyebrow, Denis........do you think I meant to ........hint that I......that I...... fuck the waiter or something?...................please, Denis, please.........(laughing).............okay.....................once....................well, really............well he likes me, let us just say that....."
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