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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Dec 16, 2004 1:20:12 GMT -5
"Yes, that's fine... I just want to forget about Red Infinity, and Little Sister... And Violet Zadung..."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Dec 16, 2004 1:26:56 GMT -5
"Feminism isn't about hating men. It is about choices and about empowering women. To me it is also about an equal division of labor and the ability to challenge sex and gender roles. That is feminism from a socialist perspective. Women are an oppressed class, and their oppression is derived from competition and creating an hyperexploitable body of labor." Bassarov replies.
"But I won't talk to the feminists. I don't think they like me or want to hear what I have to say."
Bassarov gets up, sensing that someone might be coming.
"Would you like to take this conversation elsewhere before some rebel comes to interupt me. Maybe we could talk in my room."
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Dec 16, 2004 1:28:27 GMT -5
"We could do that or go to my apartment." I say as I stand. I am so glad that I am with him again, and glad that we have this time together...
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Dec 16, 2004 1:31:37 GMT -5
"It will be okay. Mischa won't be back, and if he does return, I am not breaking any "rule" that we have established." Bassarov replies as he walks to his room. He sits down at his desk, which is littered with unread books on socialism.
"I really have to do some more reading. If only the day had an extra 8 hours."
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Dec 16, 2004 1:33:13 GMT -5
I shut the door behind us. "Yes days can be short... Oh well... And how is it going between you two?" I ask curiously, not wanting details but just a general statement.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Dec 16, 2004 1:34:00 GMT -5
"Okay, let's head back." I say, holding her up against me. We arrive at the apartment in good time, we were closer than I had imagined.
"Alright here we are." I say, opening the door. "Do you want to lie down for awhile? You look exhausted..." I ask innocently.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Dec 16, 2004 1:35:58 GMT -5
"I have been a little on edge since Erika arrived. She told me that she loves Mischa. This makes me feel a bit uncomfortable. But Mischa assured me that he isn't interested in her. He wants to be her friend because she is his only connection to his son." Bassarov says. His expression becomes a little sadder than it was previously.
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Dec 16, 2004 1:38:18 GMT -5
"Yes..." I reply. I remove my outer uniform jacket, revealing a plain white blouse. I lay down on the nearest sofa. "I never did get to see Mitya, I am sorry. He looks so much like you..."
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Dec 16, 2004 1:40:07 GMT -5
"Oh, that does sound like an uncomfortable thought. At least you and Lysander aren''t estranged... Though I haven't seen him for weeks." I notice his discomfort growing. "Are you sure there isn't anything I can get or do to make you feel better?"
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Dec 16, 2004 1:42:34 GMT -5
I sit down on the ground in front of her, and look up into her eyes, a look as though I were a kicked puppy comes across my face.
"He does... I'm really greatful that you want me to have some sort of say in his life, Erika, you really don't know how much that means to me." I say, not noticing that I'm holding her hand. I let go, and get up, walking towards the kitchen. "Do you want some tea?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Dec 16, 2004 1:42:52 GMT -5
"No, this is just a complex issue. Mischa...I think...likes having Erika here. He likes having that woman so dependant on him. It makes him feel needed or gives him a sense of power. It is subtle, but right now there is a power struggle going on in our relationship as things are being redefined. I am used to him adoring me. I am used to everyone wanting me. I feel...a sense of loss now that this isn't the case."
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Dec 16, 2004 1:44:23 GMT -5
"Yes please... And you are his father, you deserve a part of his life. He is as much yours as mine..." More than ever I regret the lies I told Mitya about his father, and wonder if I can ever make peace with myself...
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Dec 16, 2004 1:47:27 GMT -5
"Didn't Mischa say the same thing about you? Well, I'll admit that when were apart I had taken an interest in another man, but it was just a silly infatuation. I'm sure that Mischa hasn't forsaken you... After all, I wouldn't."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Dec 16, 2004 1:51:11 GMT -5
I begin to boil some water.
"Thank you again... I'm sorry I have been so vacant, I've just... I haven't really had an easy time with this, you know? My life has been so complicated, and this just... It really changed me." I pour two glasses and walk over to Erika, handing her her own.
"It's egyptian chamomile, it'll help you relax."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Dec 16, 2004 1:53:00 GMT -5
"Love should not be oppressive. I do not want to be the dictator of another. All of my politics and logic speak against it. But emotionally, sometimes that is not the case. I want to be the center of his life. I want to be loved and admired. I want to be wanted. And when I am not...I feel that I have failed." Bassarov replies quietly, but passionately.
"I am used to being the person people want. I am used to being important. I am a socialist celebrity of sorts. And when he escapes the gravity of my personality, I become depressed."
Bassarov gets up suddenly and sits on his bed. He runs his hands down his face, pulling at his pale skin.
"I must sound like I am mad. It does appear that way. I am not. There are just things I have come to expect in my life."
He looks up.
"But you are here, and you will forever be loyal to me. No matter what happens I know you will never escape it."
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