Saturday, September 24, 2016

"It's just the tip, dude" Kiedis says before stroking the frat boy's hair. "It's not like we're sucking each others' cocks or anything."



The Peppers soundly beat Cobain in the Homoerotic Category.

Which is why they outlasted Cobain, shotgun aside.
Cobain didn't like 'frat boy' types coming to his shows, or appreciating his music, for that matter.

The Peppers welcomed this crowd, and partied with them.

As the frat boys partied with the Peppers they also grew curious about the Pepper's tight, muscled bodies.

The frat boys told themselves that admiring the taut form of Anthony Kiedis did not make them gay, but the seeds of accepting Homoeroticism were now planted.

Of course, most of them didn't picture themselves having sex with Kiedis, but they allowed themselves to imagine banging the same girl with him.

In this mental scene they pictured the body of Kiedis in much more detail than the nameless female blonde being banged between them. They saw his sinew, they saw his sweat.

These are the same guys that, in a prior era, would've called Freddie Mercury a fag.

Music moves the Overton Window.
Maybe one of these Frat Boys allowed himself to imagine Kiedis disengaging from the nondescript imaginary girl and positioning himself behind the Frat Boy.

"It's just the tip, dude" Kiedis says before stroking the frat boy's hair. "It's not like we're sucking each others' cocks or anything."

Then Flea enters the room.

'This is going to get freaky' the Frat Boy thinks to himself...




Now -- twenty-five years later -- the Frat Boy is a husband, with children, sells insurance, wears khakis.

He goes to the swim meets of his High School-age son, and notices the boys' taut swimmer bodies.

Comfortable in their skin.

Toweling off.

Then, upon returning home, he goes into the study, takes off his shoes, puts on "Suck My Kiss."

It all seems ages ago.

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