metamorphoses

I so wish I had a digital camera. One of my good friends gave me a piece of art last week that is just too cool. She's in this life-drawing class and never knows what to do with her dyke-y self on Tuesdays when they have male models. So I suggested that she do her best and give the final product to me; I don't mind having naked men on my walls. Well, the end result made me laugh (once she had exited my apartment). I love it, but it's very obvious that it was created by someone who is uncomfortable being in the same room with a naked man. The poor guy actually appears to have tits, his nipples are HUGE, and his penis is hot pink. When my friend the classicist saw it, he proclaimed in a delightful Mississippi accent, "oh my Lord, it's Hermaphroditus!" (Who was a total bottom, by the way...always ass-up on a bed.) Still, I think the best part about the piece is that she affixed more than 50 flashy, colorful rhinestones to accentuate curves and shadows. Ever since she read Running With Scissors, she's been amused by my fascination with shiny objects.