Names, shapes, and inhabitants, all are subject to change; but there is permanence in the shifting edifice, timelessness, tradition. A gay bar is a gay bar is a gay bar. These brothels of uncertainty, the faces clustered in trinities around the dance floor, a catty composition by Da Vinci, the Lust Supper. No room contains more desperation and desire, more drunkenness and doubt than a gay bar. Arrogance and confidence--well worn by cubit of muscle stacked on cubit of muscle--may melt like fat in the arms of the right rejection, then be restored by flirtatious, smiling eyes. The visual is everything. You can't hear your own jaw popping, dropping to your knees, beyond the dance floor where the beat hasn't changed since 1979.
"This journal is not a mere literary diversion. The further I progress, reducing to order what my past life suggests, and the more I persist in the rigor of composition--of the chapters, of the sentences, of the book itself--the more do I feel myself hardening in my will to utilize, for virtuous ends, my former hardships. I feel their power." --Jean Genet
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08 September 2010
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