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I've only had three boyfriends in my life, because they were each long term. I saw and experienced... erm, life. I think mostly there are happy memories, or I wasted a hell of a lot of drama.

But there are a few moments that burble up as seminal (yeah, yeah) as per my desire to chuck it the whole tiresome sexual mess. Some dark compulsion makes me share them with you now.


J: (brilliant, funny, talented) actually avowed these priciples:

1) There are no gay Jewish men: it's a biological impossibilty.

(the next night I woke up gasping from a nightmare in which I was dying of AIDS because he had a deep cruising life/split personality. Honestly.)

2) Women don't fart: it's a biological impossibility.

The other two maintained:

Actor Boy: Men have drive and spiritual fire, but are derailed by the sex urge, as far as art. QED: the only great artists and athletes are gay men. And women are neither men nor gay men, so they cannot "do art."

(ed:gay men=/=no sex urge? fuh? glarb?)

The Geniussy Media Darling who's Actually The Best Of The Lot): "Women rape men every day."

me: "no, seriously, I'm talking about rapes. Not metaphorical rapes. Not divorce-court, financial, kid-custody rapes. I'm talking about abductions, beatings, injuries. Guns to the head. Knives. Murder. Police photos of torn flesh and lacerations. Corpses, dude."

Genius: "Yes, that's exactly what I mean. It happens every day. Women do it as much as men. Only nobody talks about it."

Ah, comics. I obviously wasted the best years of my life in the wrong dating pool.

Long ago, over at TAtF, I was bewitched by anaross' story Nevertime. So I made this title card. ( Read more... )

Read Nevertime.

I just keep being smitten by this story. It's magical.

ETA: Now with basic links! D'oh.