feeling a little down this week so pepping myself back up to write more eurotrip. here's a weekly snippet if you (like me) are surprised to see more words appearing in the google doc.
“I’m not going to make you kiss me if you don’t want to,” Henry points out as he sits up, mirroring Alex’s position. There’s a ridiculous urge to laugh bubbling up in him, but Alex might actually murder him if he gets the giggles.
“But I do want to!”
Henry coughs in an attempt to cover up his poorly disguised snort. “You quite literally just said you didn’t want to anymore.”
“It was hypothetical—”
“Oh,” Henry interrupts. “I understand. You’re stalling.”
“I'm not stalling!”
“Alex, are you…nervous?”
Alex scoffs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Have you ever kissed a man before?”
“Yes, but that’s like…not even relevant.”
“Would you like me to show you how I like to be kissed?” Henry asks coyly. He has a lot of questions about why he feels so attracted to Alex acting so petulant, but that’s a future-Henry problem. Perhaps he likes having his sanity tested on some level. He tries to push it to the back of his mind as he reaches out and takes Alex’s hand, coaxing him closer.
“Now you sound like you’re out to judge my technique,” Alex protests, practically pouting. He doesn’t shrink away though, allowing himself to be pulled into Henry’s orbit.
“I can’t help it if you’re a bad kisser,” Henry teases, watching as Alex’s eyes flash dangerously before dropping to Henry’s lips. Somehow, they’re both gradually leaning closer together.
“You’re the worst,” Alex retorts, which is completely at odds with his actions. “Bet you’re gonna kiss me just so you can make fun of me later.”
“Christ,” Henry breathes, nudging his nose against Alex’s cheek before he feels Alex’s hand cup the back of his neck. “You’re as thick as it gets.”
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“Monique was the kind of character that exists only in Fellini movies: hyper-sophisticated, hyper-dramatic, hyper-hysterical. Tall, buxom and blonde, she even looked like Anita Ekberg in La Dolce Vita. She claimed to have discovered Hiram Satyricon Keller and to have lost many of her admirers to her close friend and frequent house guest Rudolf Nureyev. She was always heartbroken but never missed a party. During the filming Monique took it into her head to fall in love with Paul (director Paul Morrissey). When Andy (Warhol) heard, he started calling her every night to ask her how her seduction of the notoriously inhibited Paul was going. Andy would reassure her that Paul “didn’t, uh, like boys or anything, he was, uh, just shy with women.” He told her to really go after him. This was all Monique had to hear. The next day she was batting her eyelashes, hiking up her skirt and leaning over to reveal her cleavage, all aimed at Paul. He paid her no mind, as this was pretty much the way she always behaved. That night Andy told Monique that Paul was typically Irish-Catholic, very strict and serious, not the type to have a quick fling with his leading lady. Monique took to wearing a big gold crucifix, saying the rosary between takes, and going on about her Catholic girlhood and convent education. And although Paul never succumbed to Monique’s nunnish charms, on several occasions since I have heard him say, “You know, Monique is not the decadent sophisticated European jet-set type she makes herself out to be. She’s actually quite serious and devout.”
Bob Colacello’s account of the failed seduction attempt by Belgian-American actress, dancer, chanteuse and international sex kitten Monique van Vooren (1927 - 2020) of underground filmmaker Paul Morrissey during the production of Andy Warhol’s Frankenstein (1973) in his book Holy Terror: Andy Warhol Close Up (1990).