audience reaction in a movie theatre knocked the complacency right out of me yesterday . . . towards the end of Y Tu Mama Tambien, a great Mexican coming-of-age movie, a beautiful older woman falls to her knees and begins loosening the belt buckles of two drunken teenage boys, both of whom have already fucked her, albeit ineptly . . . they're at a loss about what to do with THEIR mouths, so after an awkward moment they kiss, tentatively and then enthusiastically, surrendering themselves to the pure lust of the moment . . . the audience of upper west side liberals in an art house, for christ's sake, emits a collective groan . . . now mind U, we have just spent the better part of two hours watching the frankest depiction of adolescent sexuality U ever have seen on screen including scenes where the boys chase each other around a locker room naked and jerk off on separate diving boards at an empty country club, coming at the mention of Salma Hayek . . . but just when i'm congratulating myself on how much i can enjoy the sex lives of three heteros, even get a little turned on, the audience reminds me how much MY sexuality disgusts them . . . it's a good thing i didn't have a bag of popcorn . . . i might have stood up, screamed you fucking assholes, it's only a kiss and thrown it everywhere . . . instead, i'll just go to the Black Party tonight and act out.