I sat down with Dickie Bhee recently – which is becoming increasingly difficult because of his odd inability to remain seated – and discussed his latest literary offering, Her Body Count.
Me: Was this story based on an actual person?
DB: Right in. You hafta start right in, huh? No questions about me or my motivation or mention of the fact that this is my second book this year. Like, I’m on some Stevie Wonder from the 70s shit or some shit, but you don’t mention none of that, tho. No. You hafta start right in.
Me: Is there a problem with you answering that question?
DB: Legally, perhaps.
Me: Oh boy…
DB: I mean, for the sake of the interview, I wouldn’t wanna say that it isn’t based on a real person but if I’ma try to keep all the cash I make off this book, it’d be best, you know, not to admit it, you know?
Me: Well, the cover art, is that a picture…?
DB: Jesus, man! I mean, can you ask normal questions. Not shit that’ll get a nigga fucked up?
Me: Ok, well, the story…
Me: Are any of those characters based on you?
Me: You’ll have to forgive me, Dickie Bhee. I mean, I was positively enthralled by Her Body Count. I can’t even think of a time where I’ve read such an explicit and elicit accounting of anyone’s sexuality and perhaps I was kind of hoping…
DB (smiles): That Veronica was real?
Me: Yes! I mean just to imagine that a woman with that kind of body and those kind of experiences is walking around breathing currently, alive and ambulatory on the same earth at the same time that I am… Is it irrational to say that it fills me with some kind of, well, hope?
DB: It’s like watching a porno and becoming obsessed with meeting the actress, right?
Me: Exactly! I mean, I can’t help but feel that even if I were a woman, I’d be obsessed with her. I’d envy her maybe and perhaps marvel at her sexual style and accomplishments. She seems truly remarkable!
DB: And I think that’s what a lot of people miss that are, to borrow your word, “obsessed” with what they consider to be the negative aspects of a woman’s, you know, “Body Count”. Not only the quantity and quality that having a good amount of those experiences provides, but also the excitement and the sense of, well, control. I mean, we live in the era of the post-liberated woman, a time when a woman’s sexuality has supposed to have been her own exclusive provenance for more than a generation now. We’ve got anti-Slut Shaming marches and anti Body Shaming movements, you’d think a woman in full command of her body as an instrument of her own personal pleasure would be a hero, but I’m really interested in seeing the female reaction to Veronica.
Me: You don’t think it’ll be positive?
DB: I don’t know. The cynic in me thinks that women are only cool with hoes if they themselves are the ho in question. All other hoes are a bad thing. However the optimist in me thinks that a lot of modern women will find a common thread with Veronica. And maybe she might become that hero.
Me: Well, she’s my hero.
DB: Mine too.
Me: So she is real then?