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[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.” |
Born and raised in Detroit, Tommye Blount is the author of What Are We Not For (Bull City Press, 2016) and Fantasia for the Man in Blue (Four Way Books, 2020). A graduate of Warren Wilson College’s MFA Program for Writers, Tommye has been the recipient of fellowships and scholarships from Cave Canem, Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference, and the Kresge Arts in Detroit Foundation.
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