Saturday, May 12, 2012

Part 3: Family of MAN.


The next nine months were a whirlwind and a long wait, simultaneously.
Wes and Eric were all alone on the beautiful island, except for the older but still handsome Dr. Bronson. This could pose a problem of idleness, but Wes and Eric were consoled by the knowledge that as soon as their child’s birth was successful, more men would follow onto their Eden.
Wes and Eric spent much time on the island lounging, much like mythical Adam and Eve would—a life of profound newness and simplicity. Both being men, they naturally had strong sensual urges, which they engaged in daily. It was not dirty or gratuitous, but increasingly natural.
Eric, the more sensitive of the two men, often pondered about the immensity of the whole scenario. With each passing day, he realized a new culture was being born, much like the male baby that was growing from their genes. With a gesture of his male partner, the rich timber of his deep voice, a glimpse of a hard buttock grazed with immaculate blond hairs—and Eric’s own identical yet complimentary masculinity, a culture of male humanness was etching itself into time and place. Here. Now.
Like Adam and Eve, these two men would be the basis of all existence. They were immaculate, awesome, powerful.
Dr. Bronson occasionally spoke with them, mostly in a formal but friendly manner. He felt like a creator, coming to visit his divine creations. He felt intense emotions of pride and wonder, but also respect for the new world he created, and the men who would inhabit it. Often, he just watched Wes and Eric from afar.
Wes and Eric checked on the development of their child—as it grew and grew, in the lab. Dr. Bronson allowed the soon-to-be-fathers to watch. The artificial womb was encased inside a sterile, protective glass chamber.
The two men wondered: what would this baby look like? Who’s features would he inherit? Wes’ eyes? Eric’s smile? The hair, teeth, arms, feet, and size of this human being would be a miraculous combination of these two men. What would a baby look like, combined by two gorgeous men?
One bright day, while Wes and Eric were bathing in shallow shores, Eric still marveling that he alone belonged to this other man, with his gorgeous physique and open demeanor, Bronson walked up to them.
“It’s time,” Bronson said.
Both men knew what it meant.
They went to the lab excitedly but unceremoniously, and helped Bronson. Their child had grown full-term, and was ready to breath life on earth.
“Men,” said Bronson. “We’ve created life together. You created life together.”
Bronson drained the artificial womb just enough, and opened the sterilized case, gently pulling the baby out with his strong, clean hands. Wes cut the umbilical cord excitedly. Bronson wiped the baby down, and it bleated one fierce cry as it entered the bare world.
All three men laughed, and shed a few tears. Bronson handed the baby over to Wes.
“Congratulations,” he said. “It’s a boy. Just like you two.”
Wes laughed and cuddled the baby. “Hello, boy! I’m your dad!”
He handed the baby gently over to Eric.
“And I’m your dad,” Eric cooed, taking the baby.
The baby had Eric’s brown hair, and Wes’ eyes. He was supple and fair, like both his fathers. His body and mind had been created by two men.
His name would be Adam.