Interestingly enough, that was what I did for our last project in digital art class last year. Except I wasn't kissing myself. Oh, no. We were several steps farther down the road, in the place that involves no clothing. When I put the pictures (six in total) in the student art show that semester, I had several people tell me that I had serious balls. Although it was a little awkward when my advisor (who's in his sixties and is one of the few people I've ever met to whom I would accord the status of "genius") showed up.
I would never have the nerve to ask myself to fool around, even if I wanted to. And I wouldn't want to. I'm not sure I could even stand to be around myself. It would just be too intensely awkward.
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Date: 2007-07-24 06:34 am (UTC)It's just that, for some reason, I thought of how Heinlein, in all his creepy glory, made it okay to romance one's mother.
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