Kilcairn

"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." That's what Oscar Wilde said.  And how right he was.  What I have against the fetish made of the writings of the Marquis de Sade is just that: where are the stars?  The gutter isn't the deviance.  The stars are.  Gustav Klimt's painting "Lasciviousness," with its gilded grotesquerie, its classical frieze that freezes the blood, makes lust gorgeous and terrifying.  A real deviant gasps beauty, sips the communion wine, burps and swallows vomit without fuss.  Nipples, death masks, cascading red hair, the kind in the shampoo commercial or royal marriage, offset by an obese woma