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except once, a
long time ago, when my then-lover wanted to play master to two
"harem slaves." I said it worked, in that we all seemed to play
our proper roles, but for whatever reason none of us ever tried
that game again. I tried telling Roger how much fun that would
be in his dungeon -- I really wanted him to finish it so we could
try it -- but he just smiled. So I threatened to chain him down
there with his secretary; he said that he was having more fun
chained the way he was, and proceeded to show me how and why.
The second time that evening went much more smoothly, and we fell
asleep without resolving the question.
One more random thought came to my while I lay in the cell, bound
and blindfolded. In Roger's serious art, as opposed to the
commercial stuff he did for me, or the fantasy decorating he did,
he liked to force people to take a variant point of view, to look
at a situation differently. There was one painting, for example,
where the perspective seemed wrong, where the viewpoint seemed to
be at waist-level, and some of the people seemed to be fuzzily-
drawn while others where portrayed with exquisite detail. You
had to stare at it a long time, or perhaps glance at the
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