Creative Writing: A Streetcar Named Desire

Recently on a girl’s night out Stella shared a personal story with Luna. It was kind of a cross between a story and a lecture about a woman who had been married 12 years with her husband and never took her clothes off for him once. Stella recalled her experience, “A distressed client of the Cafe once told me, “Stella, I can’t get my wife pregnant. We have been trying for years. My patience is lost!” I said to him, “John, I don’t mean to pry, but I have to ask. How is the sex in the bedroom?” He replied with desperation in his voice, “I need your help. Can you please sleep with me? I think I am broken.” I said “John, your wife is beautiful, what is stopping you from staying up?” He said to me, “I can’t admire her beauty, she won’t take off

Turns out it was for their best. I felt so sorry for him, he thought there was something wrong with his penis not erecting. All he had was a lot of

All I did was kiss his mouth and he finished. Still, I sent him home that day with lipstick on his collar and a promise never to tell his wife it was mine.

She came to the restaurant a few days later wanting to speak with me. She wanted to know if John had been having meals at the restaurant with other women. I said, “He has stopped by several times to eat, but never with any women. Why would you ask?” Cindy Williams, was her name. She broke down crying about finding the shirt with the lipstick, and explained the same story John had told me in the beginning of the week. They had been fighting because she would not take off her clothes and he could not get aroused.

Well, I have often thought of myself as a healer. I said, “Cindy, follow me upstairs.” When we got there, I said, “Cindy, stand in front of that mirror and look at yourself for a while. You have to start taking off your clothes, and each time you remove something, answer me what is so wrong with what you see in the mirror?” At first she was nervous, and I said, “Come on, it’s only us girls! We all have the same parts.” She removed her shoes, nylons, and skirt, leaving herself with a button down blouse. I said, “Stop! Right there! What do you see in the mirror?”

She looked and said, “Legs and my