Kissing Your Brother

Mac's guest spot continues. Look for my interview with him in a few days on his site where I kick his wuss-ass. -Maugham
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Okay, I promised, then forgot to tell about kissing painter Rod Swenson.

There is really not much to tell except in the way of qualifiers.

I have never been homophobic. My best friend in High School was gay, I'm not. I never thought much about it. I just enjoyed his company. He was beautiful, and frankly, so was I.

He never hit on me and I never questioned him in any way. I was a strange irony too because he was a "Christian" and I really enjoyed being an utter heathen. Later he would chuck his own faith and I had a radical conversion experience.

As Vonnegut would say "so it goes".

Still I've never changed in that regard. I have always had friends who were gay, both men and women. I use to work for Life Lobby, which lobby's heavily for both human rights and also for more AIDS research. The head of Life Lobby (a wonderful woman) use to question me quite thoroughly about my Christianity.

I understood. I really loved her and her partner. Still do.

Anyway, I can hear someone saying (fucking neo-freudians) why all the qualifiers?

Are you an idiot?

(Damn, I come on Maug's site and I start to act like him all belligerant and stuff).

Just because I see people...live people. I happen to find women devastating. That's it.

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So one day, my good friend and painting mentor Rod Swenson shows up at my door for a party.

There is something immediately comic about both of us. Something over-done...unmistakenly ironic. We both look out of place and are in so many ways.

yet somehow compelling. I doubt anyone who has ever met Rod will ever forget him. Probably same for me.

So, he shows up at my door, and it was a grand place...the same place in the picture.

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Next...the place...