The best thing I have read over my holidays - getting away from all the people trying to make sense of the tsunami - was the Vanity Fair piece by Gore Vidal about President Abraham Lincoln.
What perfectly innocent sexual times he lived in, when, as a young man, he shared his bed with his mate Joshua, claiming they were no good at playing housie so they might as well have just the single cot. Imagine what a current presidential candidate would have to endure if it was found out what sort of unnatural family life he led before standing for office, and after - despite fathering children (which just proves that you don't need to be heterosexual to cause pregnancy, just being a top is sufficient). Those were the days before those dreaded labels 'homosexual' and 'heterosexual' (even as nouns). Highly recommended, and doesn't that queen write half-well!
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