I have never ever like James Bond as E much as wants me to. We have had arguments on this because E’s friend worked on the script for the Casino Royale and she says it is so different. I disagree, Bond is too much like, I am horny buffalo seeding the world with my sexuality; disgusting bloody locust. But I have grudgingly agreed to watch one of the films because I think he saved my life last night. I was sick, once outside the MCR, once in the parking lot and once back home in the garden. From of all the things, Thai food and a smoke. A menthol at that. But I just couldn’t get up because I felt like my head was full of it. I kept trying to make it come out and E kept ministering to me and then in the midst of miserably staring at my crotch, and walking around the garden with my head down I wailed ‘can’t you do anything ELSE to help me’. And she looked really tentative but then gave me salt water and out it came. All of it. I could finally stand up straight.
“Why didn’t you give this to me earlier? This is brilliant. How do you know this?”
E looks really smug and vindicated. “Bond. James Bond. He had nothing with him and he knew he had been poisoned so he took salt with him to the loo and gagged it all out”
So now I have to watch it with her.
Tonight I go to BBC London to meet Colm Toibin, the author of ‘the Master’. Am not excited because the pre-shoot drinks thing is fairly small and so is the audience (10-15 people) and we have to send our on air questions in before hand and I KEEP thinking I’m going to get so excited he won’t be able to understand what I say. I still have a bit of the book to go. I love Henry James’s dislike for Oscar Wilde. As much as I love Wilde’s writing, the more I learn about his life the more of a git he sounds. Being at Oxford of course only adds to the gitness of him. The Master reads a lot like catharsis for Toibin though I wonder if it’s fair to draw a parallel between James’s and Toibin’s homosexuality because it is defined a lot by context and late 19th century and early 21st century have their own unique chastising mechanisms. Either way I don’t suppose this show is a good place to mention I think homosexuality is all in the head. I really have no rational basis for this belief but I can’t help believing it even at the same time as I believe and feel for the trials and tribulations of my gay friends.
“Why didn’t you give this to me earlier? This is brilliant. How do you know this?”
E looks really smug and vindicated. “Bond. James Bond. He had nothing with him and he knew he had been poisoned so he took salt with him to the loo and gagged it all out”
So now I have to watch it with her.
Tonight I go to BBC London to meet Colm Toibin, the author of ‘the Master’. Am not excited because the pre-shoot drinks thing is fairly small and so is the audience (10-15 people) and we have to send our on air questions in before hand and I KEEP thinking I’m going to get so excited he won’t be able to understand what I say. I still have a bit of the book to go. I love Henry James’s dislike for Oscar Wilde. As much as I love Wilde’s writing, the more I learn about his life the more of a git he sounds. Being at Oxford of course only adds to the gitness of him. The Master reads a lot like catharsis for Toibin though I wonder if it’s fair to draw a parallel between James’s and Toibin’s homosexuality because it is defined a lot by context and late 19th century and early 21st century have their own unique chastising mechanisms. Either way I don’t suppose this show is a good place to mention I think homosexuality is all in the head. I really have no rational basis for this belief but I can’t help believing it even at the same time as I believe and feel for the trials and tribulations of my gay friends.
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".... think homosexuality is all in the head. I really have no rational basis for this belief but I can’t help believing it even at the same time as I believe and feel for the trials and tribulations of my gay friends."
i agree completely. same to same, heh
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