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When I Was Young, We Thought That Oscar Wilde Was A Great Nobleman Who Had Thrown His Life Away For Love. Nothing Could Be Less True. He Slept With East Enders Who Were Procured For Him By Lord Alfred Douglas. He Knew Them Only 'in Braille' - The Curtains Were Never Drawn Back In The Rooms In Oxford Where He Met Those Boys. It Was The Most Sordid Life You Can Imagine. And He Was Bleating About Love And Dragging The Fair Name Of Mr. Plato Into The Trial - After A Life Like That?

Exhibitionists Have No Friends, No Friends At All.

When I Was Young, I And The Whole World Thought That All Homosexuals Were Effeminate. And Of Course They're Not. You Can Just See Which People Are Effeminate; That's The Only Difference. So, I Became A Prototype Of The Effeminate Man, Because I Was Conspicuously Effeminate. But Camp Is Not Something I Do, It's Something I Am.

You Will Survive If You Believe In Yourself.

The World Now Seems A Stunningly Ignoble Place. It Has Not Really Grown All That Much Worse But Appears To Have Done So Because We Know So Much More About It Than We Did.