Oy. So not good.
Here's an interesting perspective: "Most homosexual men spend our formative years in the closet, and once we come out, we tend to deny that closetedness has its pleasures -- and damned juicy ones, truth be told. Having a secret, perhaps double, life gives you a sense of importance, of life as drama, a sense you'll probably relish if you find yourself elected governor of New Jersey. Sex feels otherworldly, forbidden and scary, like you've gone so deep into the closet that you've arrived in Narnia."
Here's a somewhat related article by Jon Savage in The Guardian: "This is the syndrome known as gay over-achievement, an incandescent thirst for revenge - right, if you think I'm a piece of dirt, I'm going to show you and the world that I'm not. In fact, I'm going to do more than show you that I'm not a piece of dirt, I'm going to ram the fact that I'm better than you right down your throat. In public. So you have to see the fact that I am richer, cleverer, prettier than you every day, in the newspapers, in the magazines, on the television. So you can choke on your dirty words."
Records/cd's bought today: Kompakt Total 6; Kompakt Total 7; Robert Fripp Exposure; Gui Boratto Chromophobia; Virgina Astley From Gardens Where We Feel Secure; Michal Garrick Moonscape; Keith Hudson The Hudson Affair; v/a (Andy Votel) Cross Continental Record Raid Road Trip
Reading: Irene Nemirovsky Suite Francaise
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