And on an afterthought, I figured I should post something about the short mall excursion yesterday as well.

While my sis and mom went over to Sears to buy my sis a dress to wear come Easter sunday, I went over to B Dalton like I always do since I mall I frequent lacks an arcade. Anyways, they had moved around some book sections since the last time I was there, so I had to hunt a bit for the section about art and photography.

There I am, standing infront of the rather short selection when, why scanning the titles of books on the top rack, my eyes latched onto a specific book: Homoerotic Photography. Naturally curious, I pulled the book out from the rest, and held it in a way that no one would be able to see the cover and decipher the contents of it unless I just happened to turn to a rather "provocative" image. Which there were plenty of (yum!). Luckily for me there were hardly anyone in the store that day so I didn't have to do much hiding. The photographers they talked about there were rather interesting, a majority of them being from the early 20th century. It seems that a lot of homoerotic photography always refers back to the "classical" styles of greece and rome. One critic (who, ironically, is named Peter Gay) said that the Grecian style had corrupted this photographer's mind, and he in turn corrupts society with his photographs. But, as time progressed, references to the archaeic gods diminished and more urban images began to appear. My personal favorite is "The Band Aid Fantasy" where these two boys are sitting on bleechers, and one is removing a band aid from the other's leg, which is suspiciously close to his crotch. Yes, it's erotic, but also.. sweet in a way. I dunno.

And just to let you all know, I hate it when I want to read some of the "queer" material I've found, be it art or literature, I have to hide myself away so no one can see what I'm reading. Really, it's getting rather annoying to do so, but I'm no where near brave enough to change my ways. Damned sociality.