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is the term?...homomasculine men. I love it! Socko! High Concept! I think
I’ve got it. Premise: conflict of homomasculine men and gay men! The
uncivil war! The revelation of a new way to be male! Poignant! Political!
Esthetic! Sexy!”
Kweenie stepped into January’s face. “Don’t forget the Ryanites,” she
said.
“Kweenie!” Ryan tried to silence her. “Don’t!”
“What are Ryanites?” January looked entranced. “I’ll believe any-
thing tonight.”
“Ryanites are guys who worship the one published picture of Kick
and take every word of the Masculinist Manifesto to be gospel. They hate
militant feminist separatists.” She decided to toy with January’s push-
and-shove. “They keep white sheets in their closets with little eye holes.”
January’s face turned quizzical.
Kweenie put her finger to her own lips. “Don’t ask!”
Kweenie had hit upon the arm’s length they all found necessary to
deal with January Guggenheim. Ryan recognized almost immediately
that January’s network deal could afford the Manifesto a wider forum. It
was time for post-gay masculinism to come out of the erotic underground
press. It was time for masculinism to cross over to the straight media. Mas-
culinism deserved as wide a media coverage as feminism. Ryan prepared
himself to put up with whatever Attitude January put out.
“I know!” Kweenie said. “We’ll all put on a show and save the town.”
“My dear,” January said, “you’re getting the idea.”
“Come with me, January,” Opel said. “You must meet everybody!”
“Kiss-Kiss,” January said. “Let’s do lunch. Soon.”
“Later,” Ryan said. “Whatever.” He waved her off. “I intend to use
her,” he said, “as much as she intends to use us to make her documentary.
You don’t mind, do you, Kick? You’re the way we’re going to turn her
preconceived notions upside down.”
“Whatever you say, coach.”
“I’m leaving,” Kweenie said. “Are you leaving?”
“We’ll walk you to the door,” Kick said.
“Actually,” Kweenie took Kick’s big blond hand into hers, “I have to
talk to Ry. Okay?”
“Come on, Kweenie,” Ryan said. “Kick’s in on everything.”
“No offense,” she said. “But this is private. You know. Family stuff.”
“That’s my cue to get lost,” Evan-Eddie said.
“It’s okay,” Kick said. “Go ahead.”
Ryan and Kweenie walked out to the sidewalk lit by the bright lights

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