Drawing Group, 9.19.07

He walks in, a fierce look in his eyes, but then he smiles and says hello to one or two people. Starts to chat, but the leader prods him to begin posing. He seems a little odd, but who am I to say that? A few moments later, he's on the platform, naked and finding his first pose. There are a series of one-minutes, then fives. As he warms up, he stretches and twists, puts an arm up and grabs a rope that was tucked in behind the AC on the ceiling. He grows more and more exaggeratedly feminine, --a hip thrust out, a twist in his torso, his nose in the air, a hand outstretched, index finger delicately pointing. He takes it all so seriously. We all stare and draw.