i wanna be a cowboy | ↩ | ❌
In a trance, you put on the football jersey. It feels right. It feels great. Coach welcomes you to the team. You have blank look in your eyes all the time now. All that matters and excites you now are sports. Jocks don’t need anything else. The jersey consumed your old self and replaced it. You don’t know this and even if you did, you wouldn’t care.
He doesn’t remember what happened but when he came to, he was wearing this and taking this pose. His body was moving against his will and a voice in his head was overwhelming him, drowning him out. He’s a good jock boy now, not some nerd playing games.
“Come on and join us, bro. We have want you. We even have an extra pair of white basketball shorts for you.”
I didn’t want to hurt my uncle’s feelings so here I am, in the sports clothes he gave me. I don’t like them. I love them. I want more of them. They feel so great. They even look great. I don’t care for sports though. I want to play sports. I love sports. I’ve gotten awards and honors for my athletics. Thanks uncle. Let’s watch the game. I love my life.
“Dude, try these on.”
“What? No man. I hate Nike. Everything is covered with their stupid swoosh logo; it’s a bunch of capitalist conformist crap. Just a bunch of sheep doing the same as the herd, trying to fit in to cover up their own insecurities. Plus the majority of their merchandise is made by underpaid workers in developing countries; the use of slave labour absolutely disgusts me.”
“Fuck, bro. Sometimes I wonder why we hang out, you’re such a drag. Just try them on, can’t hurt, right?”
“Yeah, okay. I guess you’re right, just to shut you up.”
“Well, how do they feel, lil bro?”
“Dude, what the fuck-”
“Lil bro?”
“Uuuuuuuuuh. Huhuhuh, sorry big bro, freaked out a little. Haha fuck, these Nikes are sick dude! They’ve got the logo on them everywhere. Everyone’s gonna know what a gearhead I am! Wish I had a Nike tattoo, bro.”
“Yeah bro that’s right. Just another of the herd, right?”
“Huhuhuh yeah bro! Fuckin branded!”
He used to have a collection of books. Hard to believe, isn’t it? Now he’s just got this; his Nikes. That’s all he needs in life. It’s a constant obsession, eating away at him. He always needs more. Every item of clothing he owns has the swoosh on it. It all started with the ones with the red laces. I gave him those. As soon as he slipped his feet in, he changed. Now he hangs out at the gym and shoots hoops with his bros. He hasn’t read a book in a year.
What’s that, you wanna try em on? You can’t go back, you know. Okay then, go on.
“how’d i get -”
“don’t worry about it bro. try not to think. i know it’s hard.”
“that was just a fantasy! i don’t actually want … this, not really! i have a life!”
“yeah, you said you’d say that. it’s OK. you’ve wanted this for a long time, and now it’s finally happening. remember how you told me you hated being smart, bro?”
“no! it’s a part of me, dammit! oh fuck… what are you doing?”
“just relax, bro. let me in your head. remember how much smarts suck, huh. say it with me. smarts…”
“… suck.”
“see how easy? feel how good the football pants feel? the Nikes shaped to your feet? the muscles starting to gently push at their sheaths… why don’t you flex, huh, bro? bet that would feel nice.”
“uhh. flex. fuck. yes. yes. YES.”
“falling faster now bro. that’s right! give in.”
“fuck. YES. fuckin flex. fuckin… yes. uhhh…”
“what’s up bro?”
“i was… uhh…”
“what?”
“uhhh. flex. fuck.”
“that’s it bro. let it out. you know this is what you want. good bro.”
Muscle Tf Lover 