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Will these talks be one-on-one and include pillows? Not in the Palaistra clubrooms. These initially modest little clubs, quietly springing up in country and suburban settings, will be run with a decorum that will make your Methodist grandmother beam with pride. They will be open-door clubs and encourage parents and concerned citizens to drop in any time. They will in time become social hubs, gradually supplanting today's dreary shopping centres. Grandma will get teary-eyed at the harmony and industriousness of men and boys going about their artistic, intellectual, and sporting endeavours. Single moms will praise Apollo. Plato will have a Form-fit at the deliberately instituted sublimation of thrumming erotic energy. In such an atmosphere, men and boys will form strong group bonds, from which deeper Greek love pairings will develop. All this will be guided and encouraged by custom, deliberately put in place at first, till it quickly draws sustenance from tradition and becomes organic. And in accord with our Methodist grandma's prim moral code, what men and boys in recognised loving mentorships do behind closed doors is entirely their affair. The prurient who want to expose the private details of your finger-drawing on small smooth chests will be cast out, treated with the derision and contempt they deserve. Judgement is made in the public clubs. Respect is earned through civic excellence, a quality boy-love is uniquely suited to promoting. For reference, see Isabelle Holland's The Man Without a Face and Edmund Marlowe's Alexander's Choice. It's all still there, waiting for an enlightenment that is right now rather alien. |