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Sport 41: 2013

VIIHow Old Men Kiss

VII      How Old Men Kiss

The attic talks made me uneasy. Len would always try to band us together with this camaraderie of oppressed peoples throughout the ages, but none of us were being immediately oppressed right here, right now. I felt that Hakim could easily shrug off being openly gay and go to mosque every Friday if he needed to. Len could easily join an army, aren’t they all gay in the army anyway? It would be just like here. A prostitute, that’s not a race or a creed or a cultural thing, she was getting rich quick, or not rich because we ended up spending it all on booze and taxi fares, she wasn’t even a real prostitute (or was she?), she was just an artist developing dialogue and furthering discussion in the art world about the concept of selling out. Either that or completely destroying the way she viewed sexuality in everyone. Who knows. Prostitutes come out just fine after a war. She wouldn’t notice. Would she? And while artists could go and get shot or exiled for being degenerate, they could just as easily go off and paint things page 114 like Guernica or The Third of May and make megabucks, more even than high-class hookers do. So she should be fine eventually. Especially if she continued this project of discovering how old men kiss because there’s always a market for that in a war. (It’s like this: Gagleahhhegle-aglegah.)