Tenho um amor platônico por Duane Michals - e até nutriria algum tipo de esperança, se ele não fosse homossexual. C'est la vie.
Uma vez mostrei a alguém que o achou muito raso. RASO. Em casos assim, a melhor (única?) opção é tornar-se instantaneamente católica e suplicar mentalmente: perdoai-o, ele não sabe o que diz.
"The unfortunate man could not touch the one he loved. It had been declared illegal by the law. Slowly, his fingers became toes and his hands gradually became feet. He began to wear shoes on his hands to disguise his pain. It never occurred to him to break the law."
Aqui uma das melhores entrevistas de todos os tempos. Uma delícia.
"You have said that you felt you were now between two ages and obsessed by the idea that desire can fade. Do you mean desire or lust?
DM: Both, it’s complicated. Lust changes. Desire changes. The greatest of all desires being the desire to “be”. Sexual eroticism is at the service of that essentially because once one loses lust, one can live without sex, but once one loses the desire to live, to be, it’s over. Life is constantly expressing itself against all odds. Things grow through cracks. But eventually that instinct to survive goes when people get quite old, when they’ve done the business of their lives and all their compatriots, peers, and friends have died. Everything changes, especially lust. What I found very attractive when I was younger, I no longer find that interesting. Where once I was dazzled by the big bang theory of sex, I now pay much more attention so that I can enjoy the pleasure of something as subtle as the texture of skin. It’s a kind of wisdom that comes with age. One slows everything down and no longer misses the things one missed in the haste, the impatience of youth. One begins to realize that everything is so fleeting and transient that when there is a good relationship, or a good dinner or conversation, it becomes that much more important. Desire fades but the attention to detail becomes much more intense."