Chapter 2

“What is that? Gay porn?”

Chad laughed. “No, it’s not.”

“What is it?”

“Art.”

“That’s usually how people justify porn.”

“True, but this is actual art. Well, parody. They’re all homoerotic parodies of movie posters.”

“Homoerotic?”

“Mostly.”

“I don’t hear that word much in everyday conversation.”

“People don’t use it enough. But I could avoid using it again, if you’d like.”

James shook his head. “No, I don’t mind it. You look at homoerotic pictures every morning on the way to work?”

“Not every morning. Sometimes I’m looking at actual gay porn.”

James laughed. The sound startled him. It was rusty and unrecognizable, and it hurt his throat a little bit. But he didn’t mind. In fact, he wouldn’t mind another one.

“I take it you don’t read gay porn on the morning train?” Chad asked.