[Dahmer mostly took home Black men, but
it was never about race, he swore.] A white man’s message: “I want you to destroy my hole,” then comes an image—a bespectacled face. [In his interview with Stone Phillips, Dahmer said it was about a mixture of lust and of control.] He wants to know if I am dominant. Will I hold him down; force myself inside him; objectify him? [Harm was not the objective, it was meant as experimentation—turn the underdressed men into undressed slaves, make them do as ordered.] “Leave now,” he orders, gives his address, then two more images: his face buried in the bare flesh of another man’s ass; leonine eyes through the neoprene face of some animal. [Dahmer’s chemist father took care of the brood that burrowed in the crawlspace under the house. In a pail of acid, the boy found the pale] “You’re not crazy or something, are you,” I ask. [ribs so soft] “Look at me [they couldn’t be called ribs.] and look at you; I should be afraid of you.” |