Okay, maybe not really. But that is one of my favorite lines from American Psycho, which I watched today. I still haven’t managed to read the book yet, which I’ve heard is better of course. Another quote I enjoy is:
There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I simply am not there.
The opening scene always reminded me of the opening for Mommie Dearest where we watch Joan Crawford’s extensive and grueling morning routine. Both of these are opening scenes which I very much enjoy. One difference is the narration that Patrick Bateman gives us; he lets the audience get just under the surface of his thoughts.
I feel like this is how we all are. People have the idea of what we are, what we portray ourselves as. When I walk into the grocery store or around the mall, people don’t know that I have both a fiancé and a boyfriend. They can’t tell that I love to be bent over, slapped and fucked by my Master. Or how I love when he chokes me and pulls on my hair. They see the ‘me’ that I want them to see: a decent, respectable woman wearing mostly modest clothing. They don’t see the remote vibrator I have on in my panties that my Master is controlling. What would they think if they did know? Would they say something if they knew? Would they be jealous or disgusted or perhaps sexually excited and ready to get home to their own partner to play? It’s hard to say…
People like to say they’re open, but when push comes to shove, I don’t think most are. When I talk to my friends about sex, which is rare because most of them are too uptight about that kind of thing, a simple blow job is risqué. I could only imagine what they would think or say if I told them what I was doing in bed with Him every time we had sex. There might be a few friends that would be a little less close with me…
I think I like this movie so much because even though Patrick Bateman’s secret is that he is a cold blooded killer, the secret could be anything really. We all smile and nod at others and when someone asks how we are, we say “I’m fine” or “Doing alright”, but there are times when I’d like to say “Honestly, I’m doing terrible. I’m so horny and can’t wait to be fucked by my Master again. See this collar he bought for me? I touch it quite often throughout the day and think of him. In many ways.” But I can’t say that out loud, so I won’t. Instead I’ll come here and vent to myself or whoever else ends up reading this. 🙂
My parting gift to you:
Can’t tell if that gif will play or not, but he sure does look happy. 😉
Farewell, readers!
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