Date: Fri, 02 Mar 2007 09:38:01 +0100
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Special Issue - 6 Interviews 2/6 (beginnings)

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SPECIAL ISSUE - 6 INTERVIEWS
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2006
written on December 17th 1994
translated by the author
English text kindly revised
by John

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"SPECIAL ISSUE - 6 INTERVIEWS" is a gay story, with some parts
containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land,
religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be
better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU
don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be
my welcomed guest.

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SECOND

The second interview of this issue is dedicated to a famous comic strip
cartoonist. As our readers will remember, we have had the pleasure of
publishing several gay comic strips on our pages. This cartoonist's
cartoons were a great success. We are talking about...

ENZO FANTINI Comic strip cartoonist - Italy

Q. Hi, Enzo, thank you for giving us this interview that our readers
have been wanting for so long. Before all the professional questions -
why are your strips signed E.E.&E.? One of the E's is you, Enzo, but the
other two?

A. You told me that you wanted to interview me about my being gay and
how I became aware of it and lived it. It is all in these three E's,
therefore, if I explain their meaning to you, our interview will be
over...

Q. Yes, I see. Let's start from another point then. You are probably, in
the same league as Tom of Finland, the most famous gay comic strip
cartoonist in the world...

A. Thank you for the compliment. Thank you to put me together with the
great artist, Tom. I don't deserve so much. But now, a clarification. I
am not a gay comic strip cartoonist, I am a comic strip cartoonist and I
am gay. Amongst my stories there are some gay stories, and the fact
that, for instance, your magazine publishes just this kind, is another
subject. The E.E.& E. produces something like ten comic serials (ten
different stories, with follow up) besides about forty single stories
each year. Of those about ten per cent is with an exclusively gay
subject.

Q. Yes, you are right. But coming back to Tom, your style is
fundamentally different from his...

A. Yes, Tom had a... dreamlike vision of the gay world, I have a
realistic one. Not so much in the stories themselves, as at times our
stories are somewhat on fairytale style, but about the way of
representing, drawing them. I have a great, sincere admiration for Tom
drawings, but I like to present characters in which everybody can
identify themselves.

Q. But your all characters have fine bodies, handsome faces.

A. Yes, sure, but are real. In movies the heroes are usually handsome
too, are not they? In my comics are as well, however there are some few
exceptions.

Q. Are you talking about Mark Trevis?

A. About him and others. But nobody, as ugly as he could be, will
recognize himself in an ugly character - each one of us has one ideal
image of his own self. But, even if embellished, anyone can recognize
himself in a body not like a "mister universe" and with a penis of
average size. Those of Tom are so big, when unsheathed, that one wonders
before opening his fly where the guy was holding it. And this is not a
problem, is even good, because that of Tom is a dreamlike world. But
that is not what interested me.

Q. Let's shift now to your life...

A. Good. My parents are unknown. As soon as I was born I was given up to
an orphanage. Given up... that doesn't tell any moral judgment on my
parents, for they must have had their problems, to do so. I don't know
who they are, if they know I am their son, if they are still alive. I
don't judge them. Anyway, I grew up in an orphanage. Nothing traumatic.
The sisters were nice, likeable and brought us up in a fine way, and
with real affection. So, nothing to complain of. Then, when I was
eleven, I was adopted by a family - he was thirty four, she was thirty
and a son of fifteen. Yes, they married young. A middle class family,
beautiful house, housekeeper every morning. A room all for myself, fine
clothes, the best schools. As they are all still alive, I can't tell you
their real names, so let's say he was Aldo, she was Betty and the son
was Carlo. I have to make clear that my family name is not that of the
family who adopted me.

First days - am shy, but feel all right. They are kind, nice. Aldo,
during the day time, works in his business, we see him only on the
evenings after seven 'o clock. But he stays with his family, talks, is
interested in his wife, his son and now also in me. Betty in the
mornings is at home, so she directs the housekeeper for her job, some
times she goes out to go to her hairdresser or for some special
purchases. Then, after lunch she goes out every day, between two and six
thirty, as with other ladies she organizes a women's culture center.
Carlo attends the classic high school, goes out every morning at eight
and is back every day at one 'o clock, besides Wednesday when has his
P.E. class and then comes back at three o'clock. About me, I attending
the first class of the middle school and have practically the same
schedule as Carlo, and my school is attached to that of Carlo, the best
in the city, managed by the Jesuit Fathers. I am back at three on the
Tuesdays, because of P.E. Therefore, at one o'clock we eat lunch, Betty,
Carlo and I. We have dinner at seven thirty. I hit my bed at ten thirty
and Carlo, being older, at eleven thirty. The couple at half past
midnight...

Q. But... what's that, a house regulated by the clock?

A. Yes, you hit the crux of the problem. In fact it is nothing but the
clock that flunked me. But let's proceed in order. Carlo is exemplary
boy, the pride of Dad and Mum, the favorite of the Jesuit Fathers. A
churchgoer like his parents. On Sundays he always serves mass and he
member of Catholic Action. He at school always gets wonderful marks and
has lot of friends. Aldo is a member of the Association of Parents and
Teachers of Italian Catholic Schools and is its regional representative.
Oddly, Betty is not a member of any catholic association. Me neither.

Q. Has it something to do all this underlining of Catholicism of your
adoptive family with the fact that you are gay? The Catholic Church has
never been tender with us, at least officially.

A. No, not directly. But let me proceed in order, you always get ahead
of the... plot! (laughs)

Well, then, each afternoon, from Monday to Friday, from two to six
thirty, Carlo and I are always alone at home, apart from Tuesdays and
Wednesdays when we are at home at three. We study, of course. With an
authorized (and respected) break between three forty five and four forty
five, to eat a snack and to play. Carlo steps never out of line, imagine
me, the late comer. I soon adjust to the rhythm. It fits me, as I like
studying and, ever since I can recall, drawing.

I am in my new family for about a month. Afternoon. Break. Snack.
Playtime.

Carlo tells me: "Today, Enzo, I'll teach you a new game. You'll see,
you'll like it."

"What's that?" I ask interested.

"Come upstairs, to the playroom." I follow him. He says: "Let's play
Indians."

"All right."

"I have here the costumes. Let's undress and wear them."

I like that. The costumes are really beautiful. I soon am wearing just
my briefs and am slipping on the leather breeches, when Carlo starts
laughing. I look at him amazed.
"Indians didn't wear briefs, come on! Pull them off!"

"No, I'm ashamed." I say.

"Don't be silly! What shame could be between us? We are brothers, now,
aren't we?" he says and in fact he slips out of them and is stark naked.

I am ashamed even just to look at him, but I don't know how to object,
so I comply and put on the breeches (you know the kind with two
separated legs) and put over the rectangles which covers the genitals
and the butt. My embarrassment gone, now, I'm waiting for him to explain
me how we will play. Carlo, in his costume, is ready. He sketches out a
story - we are from two enemy tribes, he challenges me, we fight, he
wins, ties me to the torture pole, but then he is touched by my bravery,
so he frees me and we become friends. I like it. We act the parts. To
make short a long story, until he ties me like a salami, I'm really
amused. But at this point Carlo pulls out the cloth rectangle covering
my front and back.

"What are you doing!" I say, alarmed, blushing.

"I have to torture you now, of course." he quietly says.

And he starts to masturbate me! Well it's not so bad as a torture, I
think, even if I feel really ashamed. But then he pulls out his two
rectangles, and I see he has an incredible hard-on! He turns me,
rummages with his fingers and something slippery in my hole, telling me
that the real torture will start soon... and he fills my hole with his
hard thing. It hurts, I yell, cry, but what can I do? There is nobody at
home, and I'm tied skillfully so that I cannot resist him. He fucks me.
Gradually I stop crying, anyway it is useless. He rocks on top of me
pretending to still play the angry Indian warrior's part, until he comes
inside me. And finally he pulls out.

"You have been a valiant warrior. I like you!" he solemnly declares,
turning me back.

"You hurt me!" I protest angry and full of shame.

"Of course, I had to torture you, right?"

"But that wasn't just a game?"

"Clearly it was. I didn't lash you, put nails under your fingers, cut
your skin! Did I?"

"But you put your thing inside me and it hurt."

"Are you wounded? Are you bleeding? Are you dead? No. You're not
starting to whimper, now, just for a game."

"But it hurt..." I insisted, pouting.

"Eh, it will soon pass."

"Untie me..."

"Later. Now you have to promise me eternal loyalty, don't you? Have you
already forgotten? After, I'll untie you, so we can celebrate the Indian
rite of friendship."

"Yes, I swear you eternal loyalty. Untie me, come on!"

"Do you swear it on your head?"

"Sure..." I say, as I want to be untied.

And he unties me. I am about adjust the two cloth rectangles to cover
myself, but he says: "No, not yet, wait - before the Indian rite of
friendship, I for you and you for me."

"All right, I for you and you for me."

"No, not so! While we say these words, we have to hold in our hands the
other warrior's dick. So..."

Well, finally we change back to our normal clothes. He praises me a lot,
that I play fair, that I'm really good, that we will again have fun in
this way...

"But I didn't really like this game!" I protest.

"Just because it is your first time. You'll see, you'll get used to it
and you'll like it a lot."

"No, I don't want to play such games any more."

Carlo's face changes and he verbally assaults me: "What? We maintain
you, we feed you, give you shelter, fine clothes, we spend a lot of
money for you and you behave so selfishly? I'll tell Dad and Mum, and
you'll see... Dad seldom uses his belt, but this time... this will
really hurt you, made you bleed!"

I am terrorized, I believe him. Conclusion, each afternoon, between four
and four thirty, from Monday to Friday, Carlo fucks my ass. And we don't
need any more the Indian customs. He makes me undress in the drawing
room, makes me crouch, my ass up, on the arm chair, kneels behind me and
fucks my ass. But he is right, little by little I get used to it, it
doesn't hurt any more. How do I react? Nothing - it is something like
paying the rent. I would rather not have to, but...

Q. A rather brusque and unpleasant initiation.

A. Yes, but then it became routine, and it becomes just boring.

Q. Didn't you feel some pleasure too?

A. I was eleven year old. I started to feel some pleasure when I was
approaching my puberty, that is around thirteen years.

Q. You mean that Carlo sodomized you for two years?

A. No, for three years, that is until he was eighteen and I was
fourteen. At that point I was hating Carlo, but at the same time I liked
also feeling his tool inside me... funny, isn't it?

Q. And why did Carlo stop?

A, He didn't really stop. I was fourteen, Betty was on a cruise with the
ladies of her association. At home were only Aldo, Carlo and I. One
night I was woken up. It was Aldo. Sleepy, I ask him what was up.

"Talk quietly, don't wake Carlo up. I couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd
stay a while with you. But here Carlo can hear us. Come into my room."

He takes me into his bedroom. He makes me lie at his side. He talks. He
says that he really likes me a lot. He caresses me. He tells me that he
feels so lonely. And he pulls it out of his pajamas - it seems so huge
to me! O my god, I think scared, even the father now? But he doesn't
want my little ass, no. He asks me to suck it. And later, after an
endless time, he is finally near coming, he orders me to drink it all
because "I don't want to soil the sheets" he says and his tone doesn't
admit objections.

Q. Even the father!

A. Right. And the next night also, and the following also. So, at
afternoons the son and at nights the father. So, I decide to run away.
The best moment is Wednesday afternoon between two and three. So, as
soon as Betty (who meanwhile was back from her cruise) goes out and
before Carlo is back home, I put in my school bag a change of clothes,
my small savings (we received a monthly sum, from our exemplary parents)
something to eat, and ran away. Headlong to the train station. I buy a
ticket, take a train. I go to Milan, the city is big, there are a lot of
people, they will not find me.

Q. But what were you planning to do in Milan? You were a minor, without
experience, money, home, friends...

A. I was foolhardy. I just thought about running away. I toured the city
all the day long - I liked Milan. I nibbled a little of the food. Then,
on the night, I went to sleep in the park near the Castle. Luckily, the
weather was fine. The day after, like on the day before. At night again
in the park thinking to sleep where I slept the previous night, and
where I left a cardboard box I used as a mattress, behind a bush. It was
no longer there. So I decide to go to look around for another one. While
I'm roaming in the park, I come across a young man. He says hello to me.
I answer back.

"What's your name?"

"Renzo." I say.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing..."

"Are you waiting for somebody?"

"No..."

"Then, we can chat a while... May I offer you something?"

"Yes, thank you." I feel a little hungry and the young man seems a kind
person.

He takes me to a bar. He observes me while I eat the roll sandwich I
asked for.

"You are hungry, aren't you!" he says. I nod. "Were do you live?"

"Near the station." I lie.

Well, we go out, we chat.

He says: "Come to my car, I'll give you a ride."

Why not, I think, I like that man. He starts a queer speech, a long
beating around the bush, and at the end he says: "I like you so much.
How old are you?"

"Sixteen." I lie.

"Good..." he says. "Will you come up to my home? Is your family waiting
for you?"

"No..." I say.

His home. More words, compliments, then in a friendly way, his arm
around my shoulders, then his hand on my thigh... Until I understand
where he is after. I like him, so I let him do it. With him, I think
inside me, I can also do those things, he is nice... In a short while we
are on his bed, naked. He caresses me, he kisses me - it is really
pleasurable. So, without him asking anything, I first do for him what
Aldo always wanted from me, then I let him do what Carlo always did to
me... And I like everything very much. He is so delicate, so tender, and
he makes me enjoy at least as much as he is enjoying me.

Then he asks me: "Do you want me see you to your home?"

I say: "Let me sleep here with you, please. I told you a lie, I don't
live here in Milan. I can also not to go back home, tonight, I can stay
out."

He lets me sleep with him.

The next morning he wakes me up, makes me take a shower, fixes me an
abundant breakfast, then he says: "I have to go to work now... can we
meet again, this evening?"

"Yes, sure. Where? At what time?" I ask, happy and merry.

We meet again that evening. We make love again and I spend again the
night with him. A new date. I like him more and more. Really that young
man knows how to make love. I don't feel exploited, used by him. I think
that I want to stay with him forever.

We meet the third time. He makes me go with him in his car, but he
doesn't take me to his home. He takes me out of the town. He stops in
the countryside, under a lonely street lamp. I don't understand.

He explains me: "Your name is not Renzo, but Enzo, you are not sixteen,
but fourteen and half..."

I feel dead - how could he discover so easily the truth? But the worst
has still to come - he knows that I ran away from home, and that my
family is looking for me.

"How can you know all this?" I ask, half astounded, half scared.

"You see, I am a bartender right in front of the police station. There
is your picture. Your family is looking for you, there is also a
reward..."

So, I tell him all my story and I beg him not to take me to the police,
not to force me to go back in that house. "With you it's different, I
like it with you. But I don't want to go back there. Please. Let me stay
with you. Please..."

He keeps silent for a long while, than says: "All right, I will not take
you to the police. But I cannot take you with me..."

"But why? You said you liked me..."

"So very much. But you are a minor, don't you understand? The Police are
looking for you. And if they discover I had sex with you, who are less
than sixteen year old, I am nailed down. Therefore... I'll take you back
downtown, if you like, but we can not meet any more. And if by chance
they find you, you have to swear me that you'll say absolutely nothing
about me..."

I'm sad, but I swear, before leaving him, I want make love with him one
last time, but he doesn't want to. "I really believed you were sixteen.
Before that age, even if you'll say you were willing, I will end in a
prison, for years." he excuses himself.

He leaves me near the station. I see him going away. I feel a great
desire to cry...

Q. Therefore, we can say that it is thanks to this encounter that you
understood you are gay.

A. Not exactly. On one side, if we talk about the physical pleasure in
the relation with a man, I already felt it with Carlo. On the other
side, if you mean the awareness of a belonging, at that time I didn't
even know that the word gay existed, and even less all the problems
connected with that word.

Q. And yet, at least from your school mates, you must have heard the
word faggot and all the contempt with which it is used...

A. Yes, certainly, even if they used the word poof... but it was just a
word, like we said "smartie" - we said "That boy is a smartie" and we
admired him, but it didn't exist as a category, the class of the
smarties... at least, so it was how I perceived it. So, we didn't think
that there was a category of the poof. Rather, I can say that it was the
first time I fell in love. That young man, who must have been around
twenty five year old, gave me, besides an incredible physical pleasure,
affection, tenderness, and I had an incredible need for it, and I would
have liked to be able to cling to him.

Q. I see. Therefore, together with your first falling in love, your
first disappointment...

A. Right. But where we were? Ah, I am at the Central Station. The young
man (do you know that I don't even remember his name?) when he left me,
gave me some money. It was now night. I wander around, not knowing what
to do. A boy two or three years older than me, after seeing me pass
three of four times, stops me, and buttonholes me. Who am I, what I'm
doing, what am I looking for... On instinct, I feel I can trust him so I
tell him in outline my story. He is a hustler. He tells me "To earn a
living, you can hustle. For the first times you can also come to sleep
in my room." He explains me the tricks to hustle, the usual prices,
where I can stay (each boy there has more or less his personal work
area) and he gives me an appointment between one and two in the morning,
to take me to his place. So I start hustling. To tell the truth I do
that just for a few months. In that period I live in Gino's home, the
hustler I met, and we share the expenses. I like Gino. He did the job
more or less since fourteen, my age. He too is a runaway, but now he is
of age, he doesn't fear any more to be caught and sent back to his
family.

When I am fifteen, I meet Dario. He likes me, I like him. Dario is
twenty five year old, he is a comic strip cartoonist, he lives alone.
After a few times we meet, he proposes for me to go to live with him. I
accept at once. Dario fascinates me, for his personality, for what he
does as a job, and for the way he makes love with me. And I fall in love
with him. You can say I fall easily in love... (laughs). At first all
goes nicely and, thanks to him, I start again to draw and learn the
comic strips technique. Therefore I owe him very much. He maintains me,
so I don't need any more hustling. In exchange I keep his house clean,
do his shopping, laundry, cook his food - I like the idea of taking care
of him. But to Dario, I am only the work boy, and the sex is included as
part of  work. So at times he comes home with a boy, they shut
themselves in his bedroom, they make love. And I, in my little bedroom,
feel I'm dying with jealousy. What need does he have of other boys? I'm
here, ready, am not I? And it is not that he doesn't like making love
with me, how I make love with him. I try to make him understand my
reasons, but he laughs and says that of course he likes me a lot, but
that he cannot eat just the everyday soup. I am the main course, but he
needs also to have side dishes, the wine... do I understand this, or it
will be better for me to find a different solution. He tells me that
clearly, without disputing, almost kindly, but clearly. I decide to
remain with him, to resign myself.

Until one day when one of his friends comes to look for him. I know his
friends, but this is the first time I see this one. I made him come in
and tell him to wait for Dario. We chat. He is really likeable. His name
is Edoardo, he is three years older than me, that is he is twenty. After
a while he asks me if I am Dario's boyfriend.

"I don't know..." I answer.

He bursts in laughter and asks me what I mean. So I explain him my
situation. Dario is late and our conversation continues. I tell him my
whole story. He listens carefully, sharing... I can feel his human
warmth. And I feel he likes me. Dario comes. We chat together. Edoardo
stays for supper with us. And I feel I like Edoardo a lot.

Q. Again falling in love?"

A. Yes, but not love at first sight. Gradual. He comes back and we meet
again. And I understand he is coming also to see me. I like him more and
more, and he does too. And one afternoon he comes - he knows that Dario
is busy until late evening. He came for me. I tell him I like him, I
make him understand that I desire him. We make love. I feel like I am in
paradise. I never felt so good with anybody as with him - he is hot,
gentle, passionate, tender, strong... He visits again when he knows that
Dario is not home, and we make love and we like each other more and
more. I don't feel guilty towards Dario - doesn't he behave even worst
than me? After all for me it is the first time I cheat on him, and just
with one, not with many.

Until a day Edoardo asks me to leave Dario, to become his boyfriend. He
is in love with me. I feel deeply stirred - I too am in love with him!
But, I tell him, I have first to find a job, I am not able to maintain
myself.

He says "I am rich, really rich. There is no problem. You will look for
a job when you'll be of age, if you want. For the moment, let me provide
to you." Edoardo still lives with his family. His parents know he is
gay, but he cannot take me in his family home. So he decide to rent a
bed-sitting room for me. When he finds it, I leave Dario and move there.
He takes his university books there, so he can come there to study and
we spend hours together, not just to make love. To pass time, I start
again to draw comic strips. Edoardo sees them and finds them good. So he
proposes me to attend a private course of anatomical drawing to improve
my style. I feel so wonderful with Edoardo, he is really intelligent,
good hearted, thoughtful. He made me miss nothing. And he loves me.

Edoardo is not really a beautiful man. That is, he is handsome, yes, but
more than beautiful, he is really sexy. And, although he really
maintains me, he doesn't make me feel a kept boy. Our love is quiet, but
not for that less strong and beautiful. Edoardo is a quiet type.

When I become eighteen, he throws a party for me. He calls it the
"Liberation Day Party", in fact I have now no need to be afraid of being
found by the police. All his (ours) friends come. Dario also came, in
fact I maintained a good relationship with him.

In this occasion Dario sees my comic strips and how I have improved, and
he praises me. He proposes me to introduce me to his editor. So I get my
first job. Edoardo is proud of me. He pushes me to do better and better.
He finds me more graphic teachers. I become really skilled. I start to
sell my comics well. Even Dario admits that I surpassed him.

I start to sell my comic stories also abroad and to earn good money.
With Edoardo we decide to rent a real apartment. He decides to leave his
family and to come to live with me. I am happy. A beautiful home, a job
I love, a delicious lover. I feel complete.

When I am twenty one, a stroke of luck - from Los Angeles they ask me to
organize a personal show of my comic strips and stories, in great style.
I accept. So, together with Edoardo, we go to the States to prepare for
my exhibit. I am really busy for the preparation, the contacts, a
thousand things. Edoardo uses that period to go to visit the West Coast
that he doesn't yet know. The exhibition's organization assigns me a boy
as assistant, also for the language problems (at that time I wasn't able
to speak English). His name is Everett, he is nineteen year old and
speaks Italian rather fluently, as he studied it in school.

Everett (Evy) is gay and is a boy of an incredible beauty - the real
prototype of my stories heroes. We spend full days together, preparing
everything for the opening day. We fit really well together, he is
really likeable and there is a strong understanding between us. Each
evening he takes me back to my hotel, comes upstairs with me and we fix
the schedule for the next day... and one evening it happens. He knows I
am Edoardo's lover, he would never have dared to take the first step.
It's me that takes it, I like that boy too much. In my mind, after all,
it is just an adventure, I think... anyway it turns out to be more than
pleasurable, in bed, he is a bomb!

After that first time, there are many encores, with enormous reciprocal
pleasure, and I feel more and more attracted by him. And I am upset - I
love Edoardo, I really love him, but I like Evy to die for.

When Edoardo comes back, I feel I have to tell him everything. He is
splendid, really sweet. He tells me that he can understand me. For the
little he saw Evy, he finds him a delicious boy. He tells me that he is
not jealous, as I told him I continue to be really in love with him...
then Edoardo leaves again. Sure I love Edoardo, but I become aware that
the relation with Evy is becoming more and more a serious thing. Also
because I start to know he is falling in love with me. Therefore I
decide to talk with Evy. I tell him that it is possibly better if we
stop making love. He is pained, he asks me why.

"Because I can't and don't want to leave Edoardo, I love him. But we two
are falling in love. It would become an untenable situation. And then,
the day after tomorrow there will be the great opening. And this means
that in ten days I will go back to Italy. Anyway it will have an end..."

"Take me with you in Italy..." he begs, "I am in love with you, I can't
renounce to you..."

"But I can't renounce Edoardo."

"I didn't ask you to." he says.

I feel lost, almost ensnared, I don't know any more what to do. I don't
want to renounce Edoardo, but I would like not to renounce Evy. That
evening Edoardo is back and I talk again with him.

He doesn't know what to say, what advise he can give me: "I am part in
cause, do you understand? I don't want to lose you, but I don't want
either make you feel sad..."

Evy, unexpectedly, comes back to the hotel and comes to see us. He wants
to talk with Edoardo. A strange conversation between the three of us
starts. We stay up all the night long.

At a certain point Evy says to Edoardo: "I like you, and I think you too
like me."

"That's true." Edoardo admits.

"Therefore... why not stay as three?"

I look at him astounded, and tell it is not possible. Edoardo seems
hesitant. We discuss more. And I end up yielding. It is dawn when we
three end in a bed and start making love. I thought it would have been
embarrassing, that tensions would rise, that... and instead it is
something incredibly beautiful, for all of us. There is a kind of
harmony, a natural melding - it is beautiful having at once two people
expressing their love for you, and this not just for me, but also for
each of them. Who express their love for you, I sa again, and not who
just make love. I could feel Edoardo's and Evy's love, but also that
something beautiful was starting to be born between them.

When at the end, intertwined on the bed, we abandon ourselves in the
bliss after orgasm, Edoardo whispers: "It has been wonderful."

"Hasn't it?" Evy radiantly says.

Yes, it has been really so. Also seeing Edoardo and Evy exchanging
affections, instead of making me jealous, or making me feel excluded,
gave me an unexpected feeling of joy, of tenderness. So it was for them
too.

In those last days Evy remains with us, night and day. And we again make
love in three, and each time is, if possible, even better. And also
between Edoardo and Evy a strong sentiment rises... So, when it is time
to go back to Italy, we tell Evy that we will wait for him, to prepare
his luggage, to get the visa and to come to Milan. He is radiant.

We are back home, and we both miss him. He comes. It is a feast. Our
life of three starts.

Evy reveals himself a wonderful script writer for my comic stories - he
writes them in English then, with the help of Edoardo, translates them
into Italian. Then Edoardo has an idea - he can become our manager, I
make the drawings and Evy the stories. So we start our company, the
E.E.&E. And also the English speaking market is ours. We have an
incredible success.

So, I also answered now your first question...

Q. How long have you three been together?

A. Make the calculation, I am now twenty seven, Evy twenty five and
Edoardo thirty - it is almost six years.

Q. No problems in these six years, in your relationship in three? It
must not be easy...

A, On the contrary. There are problems, of course, as in any family. But
each time the third one interposes, acts like a bearing, muffles the
tones, reconciles... and all goes in the right way because we love each
other, really, all three. You see, if in a couple one of the two, for
instance, doesn't feel like making love, and at times it could happen,
the other, how much he could accept, understand, feels... excluded,
frustrated. It can't happen amongst us. If one of us doesn't feel like
making love, the other two can do it without problems.

Q. So you are a supporter of the threesome...

A. No. I just say that each relationship is unique and has its own
balance. We found ours. And it works perfectly.

Q. Who makes the basic decisions?

A. All of us together. And this also works very well. You see, if in a
couple the two have opposite ideas, or they quarrel, or one of the two
has to yield, but after all he doesn't find it fair, especially if he
gets the impression that he is the one who has to yield more frequently.
In three, there is naturally always a majority, the decision is taken in
a democratic way, without yielding... But above all, because we really
love each other. It is not a stock company... (laughs)

Q. Thank you Enzo for having told us your story. But now let's start
with more professional questions. How much is there in your comic strips
of your personal background?

A. As a plot, nothing, also because we think up the stories all three
together, Evy writes them down and I illustrate them. At graphic level,
there is all my vision of life, all my personality.

Q. In the story of your life, you never used crude words or
descriptions, while your drawings are explicit, realistic. How about
this contradiction?

A. I don't see any contradiction! When you chew some food, you crumble
it with your teeth, salivate it, turn it in your mouth with your tongue,
swallow it... but if you have to describe it with words, normally, you
just say "I ate that food". Who is listening or reading fills this
simple sentence with the right meanings, consciously or unconsciously,
as he pleases. The role of words and of images, I mean, is different.
All right, I'll give you a different example, as I see in your
expression that this one didn't work for you. If you look at two making
love, you see for example that one of them licks the member of the
other, makes it slip between his lips, sucks it, moves his head up and
down and you think "that guy is giving head to his companion". What you
see and what you translate in words inside yourself, are two different
things. Is it more clear what I mean, now?

Q. Yes, I now understand your point of view. Another question - while
you are drawing, while you are representing some explicit sex scenes, do
you get aroused?

A. (laughs) At times, it happens. Not always, it is profession. A little
like for a doctor, at times he can suffer for his patient's suffering,
but happily not always or he would have to stop being a doctor. There
must be a certain professional detachment.

Q. A last question, Enzo. To represent so perfect male nudes (or not)
and yet not stereotyped, but so individual, so alive, who inspires you?
Do you have living models?

A. I possess an incredibly huge collection of male nude models. When we
create a new character, I look for which of the models seems more
fitting, inspires me better, then I start to draw him in various
positions, taking as a starting point for his physical attributes the
pictures I choose. If I see that it comes out nicely, the starting
picture has no more importance, as at that point the character lives by
himself. But the picture gave me the structure for the body of that
person.

Q, Well, with this we conclude this captivating interview. Thanks a lot,
Enzo, on behalf of all our readers.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 3

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In my home page I've put some more of my stories.
If someone wants to read them, the URL is

http://andrejkoymasky.com

If you want to send me feed-back, or desire to help revising my English
translations, so that I can put on-line more of my  stories in English
please e-mail at

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