FAIRY: Alright. He’s hot, okay. I think he’s hot. But I didn’t want to say anything because I really think that something is wrong with my dick and I didn’t want you to make me go see someone else. I’m not going to do anything with him. It was just a fantasy.
KEATON: Okay, well, I appreciate your honesty. And, in a way, if you’re having fantasies about your urologist, that is a form of progress. It’s an odd form of progress, but at least it’s a step forward. You’re doctor is an adult. And he’s human. That’s progress.
FAIRY: Yeah, but it’s still fucked up. You know that it’s not right.
KEATON: No, it’s not right. But I would much rather have you fantasizing over adult males, albeit persons who are in a helping role in your life and not potential sex partners, than raping little boys and engaging in bestiality.
FAIRY: [nods in agreement]
KEATON: Have you been journaling about your fantasies like we talked about?
FAIRY: Yeah. But I don’t think it helps. Actually, I think that it makes my fantasies worse. I wake up thinking about them and I write them down like you said. But then I get aroused while I’m writing them out and it makes it so that I have them stuck in my head all day.
KEATON: The assignment was two-fold. Firstly, I wanted an honest depiction of your thoughts so we can thoroughly chart your progress or note areas of needed intervention. And, secondly, I was hoping that by writing these things out fully that you could reflect on them later, when you were not aroused, and realize just how perverse they are.
FAIRY: I tried that and I just get a hard-on again and wind up masturbating to what I wrote down.
KEATON: What are your current fantasies, exactly? Are they any different than what we have talked about before?
FAIRY: [looks down in embarrassment] Yeah. …I’ve been thinking about my siblings lately.
KEATON: What about them? You picture them naked?
FAIRY: Yeah but no. I mean, they are naked but there’s other stuff going on.
KEATON: What kind of other stuff?
FAIRY: Sexual stuff.
KEATON: Are these fantasies or memories that you’re masturbating to?
FAIRY: Oh, it’s all fantasies! I never did anything to my brother or sister.
KEATON: Right. That much has been confirmed on the polygraph. But I was referring to memories of your siblings where you may have seen them engaged in some sort of sexual activity when you were younger, or undressing maybe…
FAIRY: [uncomfortable laugh] No, I’m pretty sure that I didn’t see any of this stuff before. It’s just a fantasy. It came from me.
KEATON: What is it?
FAIRY: [takes deep breath] Okay. This is a little sick, I know, but you told me to be honest.
KEATON: Yes.
FAIRY: I fantasize about my brother having sex with my mom. And my sister is in the same room fingering herself while she’s watching it.
KEATON: And what about you? Are you involved in this fantasy?
FAIRY: What? No, no, I’m not there.
KEATON: You don’t imagine yourself in this scene? You’re not involved?
FAIRY: [shakes head] No, no. I’m not in it.
KEATON: You don’t picture yourself having any sexual contact with your mother or your siblings? You’re just seeing this image somehow.
FAIRY: Right. Yeah, I’m not involved. [makes disgusted facial expression] My mother? No! I would never do anything with my mother.
KEATON: You just masturbate about her having sex with your brother…?
FAIRY: Yeah.
KEATON: So, to you, picturing your mother naked, having sex with your brother, is arousing. But the idea of you actually touching her yourself, in a sexual way, is somehow repulsive.
FAIRY: Well, yeah, I mean I came out of that pussy. I don’t want to be going back in there.
KEATON: Is the thought of your brother being naked and doing sexual things the arousing part of this fantasy? Because, after all, you are gay. I wouldn’t think that images of naked females, whether they’re of your mother or not, would be interesting to you.
FAIRY: I never thought of it like that. That could be true. But I also picture my sister naked too. She has these really weird-shaped titties and she’s down here… [makes gestures of female masturbation]
KEATON: Do you find that aspect of the fantasy arousing too?
FAIRY: Not really. She was pretty gross.I’m gay and I even thought those titties were gross. She had licorice-whipped titties. They looked like those gel packs with fish.
KEATON: I’m a little confused here. You said that the idea of having sexual contact with your mother is not arousing to you. And you said that your sister is not physically attractive. But yet you picture both of these females naked in a sexual situation with your brother.
FAIRY: Yeah. I know. It’s fucked up.
KEATON: Yes, it is. But I wonder if your brother is the focal point of this entire thought process and not so much the females.
FAIRY: [shakes head] I never think of him like that.
KEATON: You masturbate to mental images of him having sex with your mother. I think that qualifies as thinking of him like that.
FAIRY: But I would never actually do anything with him!
KEATON: Do you want to?
FAIRY: No!
KEATON: Have you had the opportunity to?
FAIRY: No. He would kick my ass.
KEATON: So what if he were willing—would you then?
FAIRY: Hey, I’m gay but I’m not into incest. I don’t go around thinking about poking my brother up the ass.
KEATON: I’m interested to know what you consider to be incest. Masturbating to images of your brother having sex with your mother is most certainly incestuous.
FAIRY: But those are just fantasies, though. My fantasies might be fucked up but I’m not.
KEATON: These fantasies come from you—you imagine them. You can select any fantasy material that you choose. You can be anyone, envision anyone, and imagine any sexual scenario that you like. And within this great expanse of imagination, you choose to picture your mother having sexual intercourse with your brother while your sister is watching them, masturbating. Can you explain to me how you selecting these images from your mind while you are stroking on your erect penis someone vindicates you from being responsible?
FAIRY: [reflect for a moment] I’m not saying that I’m…well… I guess what I mean is that I’ve fantasized about weirder things than that. And I’ve never really acted