While Reading “Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex”: I Hope Godzilla is a Euphemism. Oh, Wait…
I recently received a copy of Rachel Kramer Bussel’s newest anthology, Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex. It’s damn near perfect for me, a lover of sexuality, of sudden sex, and reading about it. Not to mention that each story is 1200 words or less and for someone who has very limited time in their daily life to sit back and enjoy a good book, I love being able to read two or three short stories in the amount of time it takes a fresh pot of coffee to brew.
Yesterday I started reading Salome Wilde’s contribution, “Too Wondrous to Measure” and at just the third line I got a little confused, as if I had missed some very pertinent information that the storyline relied on. The two words that tripped me up were claw and tip. Claw tip. By the seventh line it was all cleared up. Godzilla had entered the picture and I could do nothing but wonder, and perhaps halfheartedly hope, that Godzilla was what we were calling an unnamed, mysterious lover who happened to be, well, too wondrous to measure, if you will.
By the third paragraph we get into the Godzilla movies–the original movie is the only one that depicted him correctly, by the way–and with a turn of the page I read the sentence, After a few mishaps requiring stitches and a bit of psychotherapy, turning me on and getting me off was relatively simple to achieve. Immediate thought? Not a euphemism. Definitely not a euphemism.
An erotic story written from the perspective of a woman in love with and fucking Godzilla is certainly interesting and by far the last thing I would have thought I would read in this book. It took me by complete surprise, hence my absolute need to share it with all of you. However, by the time I got to the second-to-last paragraph and learned that this woman thought she was pregnant and had been having odd dreams of (and I quote) “little lizards skittering across my bed and newts in my bathtub,” I had about all I could take of the Godzilla fantasy of Salome Wilde.
All things considered, this story left a lasting impression, and for that, Salome Wilde, you win.