Quentin Crisp is featured. Quentin Crisp, the archetypal queen.
He mused once on the man of his dreams, his fantasy lover, the Great Dark Man. His words embody the deadend of self-hating homosexuality. I wish I could say it was only from a bygone era.
If the Great Dark Man met me,
he would not love me.
If he did love me,
he could not be my Great Dark Man.
he would not love me.
If he did love me,
he could not be my Great Dark Man.
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*I got to meet Vito several times in the last year or two before he died in 1990. He was a gay celebrity and I was no one in particular (though my partner then was kind of a somebody) and he was unfailingly friendly to me, going out of his way to say hello and smile and chat me up. A sweet man.
And Carter Burwell's theme music from his film still moves me.
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I had the good fortune to meet Mr. Crisp a few times. He was a sweet and funny guy who would chat with anyone who was bright and courteous.
Or who would treat him to dinner. ;)
His phone number was in the book. Anyone could just look him up and say howdy.
He got along as best he could, during a time when there were NO others remotely like him, let alone as outspoken. He did it with as much grace and style as one could imagine, maintaining his strength and dignity regardless of whatever was thrown at him.
Unfortunately, his experience during the times in which he lived set a standard for all the queens and wannabe-queens to come ... most of which are sorely lacking in the qualities which made him so wonderful. These wannabes are also willfully oblivious to the changing times and the actual social progress which folks like Quentin achieved.
And thus ... they insist on creating and wallowing in the pain and degradation which he, himself, largely managed to rise above so cleverly.
IMHO, Quentin is doing cartwheels in his grave over the likes of Perez Hilton, etc.
The faggots of today do him a grave injustice on all counts.
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