Seen at an edgy transgressive film screening at the ivy house back in July. Alex and I had a nice time. There was a guy there that used to come into my old workplace occasionally who I had a crush on, but had never spoken to him. At the end of the screening we saw him walk off down the road with some girl that he hadn’t arrived with. Many such cases. Even so, some part of me was happy that someone got to sleep with him.
I don’t think it’s embarrassing to have a boyfriend, but I do think many people are miserable and don’t know what it means to truly love someone. These are some pics from my walk the other day.
Doing my bit for gender: performative reading, manspreading.
Currently reading The Naked Civil Servant by Quentin Crisp. He does a remarkable job of making himself out to be a haggard old crone, dashing through the streets of London like a witch, yet also reveals that he has many friends who seem to stay with him over the years. Best of all are his sentences, nominative determinism strikes again: they are crisp. As Simon Gray says, quoted on the back cover, he is ‘one of mannered bitchiness’, shaping what should be known as the homosexual tongue, and giving Wilde a run for his money. It doesn’t surprise me that in an interview with Stuart Young, Crisp is quoted saying “I am of course, influenced by the greatest lyricist that ever lived, the Bequiffed One known only as Morrissey”, although this book was written in 1968, nearly 20 years prior to The Smiths’ first album. So mannered bitchiness must be part of the ‘illness’ (as he calls it).
Crisp sounds dirty, which surprises me.
‘At the weekend we often sat in the Czechs’ basement flat talking of sex and eating a kind of sea-wrack produced by putting everything that guests brought into a huge saucepan that stood over the eternal flame of the studio stove. When no one brought anything, there remained the residual slime of past ages of prosperity. This we consumed with relish.’
I love Crisp. He alienated himself from his own homosexuality, meaning he was able to view the rest of them/us for what we really were.
‘Homosexuals are sincerely interested. […] Every detail of the lives of real people, however mundane it may be, seems romantic to them. Romance is that enchantment that distance lends to things and homosexuals are in a different world’
‘Homosexuals were ashamed. They resented not being in the mainstream of life. The feeling varied from anguish to irrevocable exile. It had little to do with God or the neighbours or the police. It was private and irremediable.’
A photo of South East London Combined Heat & Power Consortium from the other week. This giant organismic machine sits in South London, rolling up a fag of our discarded shit and smoking it all out.
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![Doing my bit for gender: performative reading, manspreading.Currently reading The Naked Civil Servant by Quentin Crisp. He does a remarkable job of making himself out to be a haggard old crone, dashing through the streets of London like a witch, yet also reveals that he has many friends who seem to stay with him over the years. Best of all are his sentences, nominative determinism strikes again: they are crisp. As Simon Gray says, quoted on the back cover, he is ‘one of mannered bitchiness’, shaping what should be known as the homosexual tongue, and giving Wilde a run for his money. It doesn’t surprise me that in an interview with Stuart Young, Crisp is quoted saying “I am of course, influenced by the greatest lyricist that ever lived, the Bequiffed One known only as Morrissey”, although this book was written in 1968, nearly 20 years prior to The Smiths’ first album. So mannered bitchiness must be part of the ‘illness’ (as he calls it).Crisp sounds dirty, which surprises me.‘At the weekend we often sat in the Czechs’ basement flat talking of sex and eating a kind of sea-wrack produced by putting everything that guests brought into a huge saucepan that stood over the eternal flame of the studio stove. When no one brought anything, there remained the residual slime of past ages of prosperity. This we consumed with relish.’I love Crisp. He alienated himself from his own homosexuality, meaning he was able to view the rest of them/us for what we really were.‘Homosexuals are sincerely interested. […] Every detail of the lives of real people, however mundane it may be, seems romantic to them. Romance is that enchantment that distance lends to things and homosexuals are in a different world’‘Homosexuals were ashamed. They resented not being in the mainstream of life. The feeling varied from anguish to irrevocable exile. It had little to do with God or the neighbours or the police. It was private and irremediable.’](https://sp1.picnob.com/p/pt_6752112156281152215869_0_978ea9fa8375401f2dd7f20f95f94d52.jpg?o=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&h=47b3cfb9b185868661ce0d5f5617d4c0)
