“One afternoon in about 1984 while hanging out in the barracks a young soldier came to me with a sense of urgency saying, “The Captain is looking for a gay, and someone suggested you. Come along.” That’s how I landed up being deep kissed by a boy in a medical manual on mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. We were stationed in the army’s media unit that was, at the time, working to upgrade the military’s medical response to the State of Emergency. I was given the task of sorting, captioning and filing images of field injuries and medical clean-up operations for the army hospital. And now I was ordered to play the injured party with someone’s lips pressed against mine. I will not bore you any further with my theories on love in a state of emergency,”