During the fifteenth year of the reign of Ptolemy the Flautist,
Aristaeus came to dwell in Alexandria, and many in
Alexandria came to him---sometimes in heartpounding,
breathtaking multiples (after their customary refractions,
during which he maintained an affable patience).
From afar, enraged haters and snickering prudes despised
him under many slurs of their obsessive obscenation.
Longhaired and slender, as agile as a royal dancer,
his body---bearer of the expression of his soul's
nature---was entirely formed for, and inspired by, the most
exquisitely erotic homogeny (which was, he knew, the
delectable force that ancient tales had named Eros,
Eros who loved and courted the gorgeous Trojan,
Ganymede). The eyes of Aristaeus seemed to be
alight with the effulgence of constellated stars; his
winsome smile was like the seal on all Love's promises.
Even across a room, his very presence bestirred arousals;
inhibitions collapsed, and vocal or silent objections were
gleefully ignored. Old and young men fervently sought
admission to his intimacy; Poets and lovely boys
sought to dusk their nights and dawn their days
with his besplendored nakedness. The beds on which
he laid with them were not profaned by lust but
sanctified by Love he enacted for them. Lithe and
eager, his body became the instrument that
delivered his clients' pleasures; seeking only
their utter and total satisfaction without regard to his own.
Gladly they paid---not for his flesh, they said, but
only for the premium time he gave to them; and
some paid with gold, some with silver, and some
with the coinage of the merchants' stalls. These
revenues he did not squander lavishly; but, rather,
invested with largesse in dockside warehouses and
wharves; in ships and livestock; and precious jewels.
He hired a mathematician from the Library (rather than a
bookkeeper from some slavehouse, brothel or tavern) to
oversee his investments which prospered and appreciated---
sometimes wildly. He hired a shrewd lawyer, an exile from
Rome (said to have advised Lentulus Batiatus, after the
Third Servile War had commenced) to keep his title
deeds and bills of purchase in good legal order.
During his twenty-ninth year, his joints began to ache, and
his limber agility---in service of male to male desire and
surging releases of sweetness---began to fail, he
instructed the mathematician and lawyers to liquidate
his holdings, and to purchase for him an ancient estate,
not far from Alexandria, once the possession of
Ptolemy Soter, son of Lagid the commoner. The
property was a vast, bucolic complex of manor
houses, thriving gardens, copses of trees, and a
large, shimmering pool replenished by generous
underground springs. They tell me that visitors who
stepped within those high, and high-hedged, stone walls
forgot all thought of Alexandria---so beautiful was that
landscape, like an analogue to Aristaeus' ephebic beauty.
He, himself, sought, in the city's back alleys and
irreputable houses, the pretty, delicate, long-haired boys,
boy-whores, whom pimps and perverts regularly exploited.
These he invited to live with him in the guarded
safety of Coerulescence, the Roman word that
named his estate. Let us go there now, and, thence,
behold the long-haired, always barefoot boys at play; or
reading, say, Callimachus' Poetry; or holding hands
along a flowerstrewn path; or kissing, without shame or
guilt, in broad noonlight; or swimming, naked, in the
pool, and touching each other, provocatively, there.
Starward
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