30 de março de 2025

 

cine íris

 

there are very few porno theaters left here in rio. one of those is called cine íris. i went there, out of curiosity, a couple of weeks ago and they were showing this ridiculous "pornochanchada", a nickname coined for brazilian comedic porn movies from the 80s and 90s. i don't know what movie it was but i remember it had vera fischer in it. anyway, there was this guy who got railed on the staircase near the exit and he held onto the banisters as if his life depended on it. the smell of dampness and sex in that dark room was unbearable and after a hand from behind tried to fidget my pants by sticking their hands on the hole between my seat and the empty one next to me i felt overwhelmed. you see, i came to the realization i just wasn't meant for it so i got up and left as soon as the street seemed empty enough for me to step outside unnoticed.

frustrated, i scrolled through twitter on my way home and, on a whim, i decided to search for cine íris on the recent results. there he was, the guy that was getting railed on the steps. the tweet read "i was at the íris today, magenta tank top, cargo beige pants, sock and sandals. moaned like i meant it from the top of the lit up staircase. did anyone see me? what did you see?" i scrolled through his profile and most, if not all his tweets were about him having sex at the few remaining porn theaters. he'd say where he was and what he was wearing. finally, he'd ask if anyone saw him. sadly, i didn't see a single reply to any of his tweets. i don't know what came over me but it was like a sudden wave of sadness, rushing all over my body. everything about that profile somehow screamed at me and i felt like i wanted to do something - but i didn't know what. i also didn't know if it was right of me to think he needed medical help or anything like that so i did the next best thing: i created a fake profile and replied to his tweet: i told him that yes, i saw him and that he stole the show. i followed these words with multiple lies in an attempt to cleanse my soul and seed his ego. finally, i hit send and exited the profile. since it was a burner account, i don't remember the username nor the password and even though i do remember the sex fiend's profile, i don't feel like going back either.