For ashkitty and anyone else who's awfully fond of the Greek Ideal of Love:
The young Bagoas won the dancing and dressed in his garlands of honour , he passed through the theatre and took his seat, as a champion of the dance, by Alexander's side; the Macedonians saw and applauded and shouted to the king to kiss the victor, until at last, he threw his arms around Bagoas and kissed him again and again.'
--from this odd little site.
Why can't we all be like the Macedonians? *sigh*