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Ryan. Now we meet.” She offered her hand to Ryan. “Your performance
was divine.”
Opel put his arm around the woman. “January has the green light for
a network documentary on the New Homosexuals.”
“You are the new ones, aren’t you?” January asked. “God knows, I’m
bored with the old ones.”
“Without fags,” Evan-Eddie snapped a look at January up and down,
“how could you ever be the rich fag hag you so obviously are?”
January, dripping syrup, put her hand on Kick’s arm. “Kick, darling,
could you use your great big muscles and punch the lights out of this tidbit
boy before I bite off what’s left of his balls?”
“Punching and biting! Oh my!” Evan-Eddie imitated Dorothy’s ter-
ror on the road to Oz. He wrapped both hands around Kweenie’s arm.
“Punching and biting! Oh my!” Then he switched movies. This boy
felt clever only through quotes. “Stella, my sister!” He looked deep into
Kweenie’s eyes. “There has been some progress made since the days of
punching and biting.” His schtick was on a roll. He gestured around
the gallery. “Such things as art, as poetry and music. Such kinds of new
light have come into the world since then.” He tugged on Kweenie’s arm.
“Don’t hang back with the beasts!”
“Applause for the clowns,” January said.
“Evan-Eddie,” Kweenie said. “Get lost.”
“I’ve heard about your new homosexual Manifesto,” January said. “I’ve
wanted to interview you ever since my Robert Opel told me about you.”
She turned to Kick, bumping and grinding her words like Mae West.
“Now...that I see...you, I want to...use you...as my main...image.”
“You mean...mmmh....” Kweenie hated January’s bad imitation of
what she herself did so much better. “As the...mmmh...main attraction,
don’t you, dearie?”
Kick felt surrounded. Women unnerved him. The night was not what
Ryan had said it would be. “Ladies,” Kick said. “I don’t know.” He took a
refuge in Ryan he really didn’t need. “Ry’s my only photographer.”
“I’ve never seen a body like yours,” January said. “I’ve never seen a
face like yours.”
Kick put his arm around Ryan’s shoulder. “And you’ve never seen a
mind like his.”
“I want you both,” she said. “Of course, both of you.” She grinned. “I
simply adore package deals.”
“You’re beautiful,” Opel said to January, “when you’re fawning.”
“But I do, I do, I do want them both.”

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