'The Boy With Fruit' by Caravaggio was more than an object of desire. It was a portrait of Mario Minniti and it was full of sexual longing.
-Peter Robb
"M, The Man Who Became Caravaggio"
Twenty-five years ago today
January 5, 1986
Sunday
Chad and I woke up late again—but that’s okay. We took a drive to South Shore Shopping Center and ate at The Sizzler. We stayed around there for a while and walked to “Magic Video” to return the videotape. We inspected the Alameda Athletic Club.
We browsed at Walden Book Store. Chad bought a book on MALE Photography. I bought one on “Dracula”.
We turned home and went to mom’s house to pick up a tape of a movie that mom taped called “A Different Story”, starring Perry King. It’s a 1978 Drama/Romance.
Chad said he had observed my mother give my Dad a dirty look when my Dad mentioned Denise.
Dad asked, “Did you ever call that girl, Denise?”
Chad had volunteered some conversation, “I met Denise. She’s pretty but she’s too wild for me.”
Chad and I left for my place and watched “A Different Story. It was about a homosexual woman who marries a gay male friend to prevent his deportation. Then they end up falling in love. After the movie, Chad and I shared some loving ‘good night and good bye’ words in my garage.
When Chad left my house I went to mom’s house again for a while. I had an ice-cream cone. Tony, Helen and Lauren came over, too. I watched a bit of some flick about teenage alcoholism.
Once home again I concentrated on my Job Transfer Request with a carefully formulated cover letter. Then I ‘hit the hay’.
We threw our arms around one another and we kissed. It was a real kiss, and no matter what anybody might think, a perfectly right and fitting expression of our friendship for that time and place for us.
-James Kirkwood
"Good Times, Bad Times",
a novel
onsdag 5 januari 2011
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