The Kid
(What Happened After My Boyfriend and I Decided to Go Get Pregnant) an Adoption Story
Chapter One
Younger Brother Dynamics
My boyfriend likes to listen to dance music when he drives.
He likes to listen to dance music when he cooks, cleans,
wakes, sleeps, reads, picks his nose, and screws. There isn't much
he doesn't enjoy doing listening to dance music. I'll listen to
dance music when I'm under recreational general anesthesia (that
is, if I'm really high), or if I'm in a dance club somewhere, dancing.
Since I don't get high or go to clubs often, I don't listen to dance
music much. As for listening to dance music out of context—no
drugs, no dance club, no dancing—well, frankly, I don't see the
point.
But Terry was techno before techno was cool, and his attachment
to dance music has been a rich source of conflict in our relationship.
We've both made sacrifices on the bloody altar of
coupledom: I no longer listen to the radio while I go to sleep, to
give one piddling example, as he can't sleep with the radio on; he
no longe ... read full excerpt from: The Kid ebook
