Portraying
Hetta Garber had been his muse. She was sitting on a divan, watching him paint her. If she leant back far enough and looked in the mirror above her, she could see herself shimmering for a moment before the trick collapsed and she was swallowed up by the turquoise-green and shell-pink background. “
Does your ‘masculinity’ need to seduce me?
‘That one.’ ‘Straight.’ ‘Really?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Damn.’ I’m sitting in the smoking area of a club. I’m surrounded by a mash-up of oversized shirts, denim, fine-artists, dramatists, bob-cuts, and dope. ‘But he’s coming over.’ Amid empty benches, he sits beside me. I notice o
