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Beautiful souls usually find a shorter path to escape from this inferno.
I think you posted a video from this same fellow before. His accent is unique, and difficult to place to the point where it began to bother me. So I looked him up. Turns out he's an American who has lived in England and is now in Ireland. Some people let a local dialect slip into their speech, like a sponge that soaks up influences; others resist it, perhaps out of stubbornness or regional pride. Living outside of my own native soil, I have found I am not the sponge type. At any rate, Roger Buck was doing okay here until he mentioned he believed in the lab leak theory. Basta!
Sometimes I wonder not only how you lost your faith but what specifically that means for you. That is, does it mean out-and-out atheism, as in no faith in anything (except of course atheist certainties/dogma) does it mean agnosticism or might some kind of theism/belief in a Higher Power (for lack of better terms) persist and thus what has collapsed is mainly the specific narratives of the Church wherein the "HP" becomes personalised . . .
This world is very faulty and imperfect, compared to a superior standard; and for aught anyone knows, it was only the first rude essay of some infant deity, who afterwards abandoned it, ashamed of his lame performance: it is the work only of some dependent, inferior deity; and is the object of derision to his superiors: it is the production of old age and dotage in some superannuated deity; and ever since his death, has run on at adventures, from the first impulse and active force which it received from him.
Where did you meet her Baz?
did you tell her you're gay?!Look at this Morrissey babe …
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i ordered some more mishima books @Aubrey McFate ! i also read The Swimming Pool Library by alan hollinghurst that we talked about, and i liked it even better than The Line of Beauty! just so you know, if you read one of his, go with that one! i dont know what it is about his writing because im really not into descriptions of gay sex in the 80s and it contain plenty but theres something about The Swimming Pool Library especially that left a deep impression on me and stayed with me long after i had finished it and that makes it one of my favourite books.
It may be the sort of thing Robert Mapplethorpe was into, I don't know! It's men at a fitness club all checking each other out in the showers (with the concomitant endless descriptions of the members members (one being described as looking like a mushroom)) and hooking up in adult cinemas and that sort of thing! But there's something oddly touching about it all, especially when the main characters friend, who is in my opinion the true hero of the book, a thoroughly decent and hardworking doctor who loves classical music but becomes he's not overly good-looking has trouble getting a lay, gets himself up in mascara to go out looking for someone to take home, and assesses himself when made up as rather a nice boy or something like that! Something about that, about the idea of a man standing in front of a mirror in mascara assessing whether or not someone could find him loveable, just broke my heart.The Swimming Pool Library it will be, then (even though The Line of Beauty is a better title). Thank you for the review. I think I’m okay with descriptions of gay sex in the 80s, as long as it’s not the kind of thing Robert Mapplethorpe was into at the underground sex club he became addicted to in the 80s (or maybe it was the 70s). Which Mishima books did you get?
It may be the sort of thing Robert Mapplethorpe was into, I don't know! It's men at a fitness club all checking each other out in the showers (with the concomitant endless descriptions of the members members (one being described as looking like a mushroom)) and hooking up in adult cinemas and that sort of thing! But there's something oddly touching about it all, especially when the main characters friend, who is in my opinion the true hero of the book, a thoroughly decent and hardworking doctor who loves classical music but becomes he's not overly good-looking has trouble getting a lay, gets himself up in mascara to go out looking for someone to take home, and assesses himself when made up as rather a nice boy or something like that! Something about that, about the idea of a man standing in front of a mirror in mascara assessing whether or not someone could find him loveable, just broke my heart.
The Mishima books I got were 'The Sailor who fell from grace with the sea' and 'the temple of the golden pavillion.' 'Confessions of a mask' wasn't available. Which is your favourite mishima?