On Thu, 20 Nov 1997 23:52:33 +0000, you wrote:
stuart's straight, or at least he is at the mo', i think he's more mad and disturbed genius than melting pot of sexuality though.
I prefer to think of him as a genius of mad and disturbed sexuality.
as for personal swayings, well i've shifted sand so many times i'm surprised i've not just given up and made some money in the process. i once did a dare with someone to see how many people we could kiss and the only way to win when we ran out of girls was to start kissing the boys. i don't really look at boys or girls and view them as attractive or unattractive, they either inspire and excite me or they bore me to tears. all of the experimentation is past now i'm with katrina, but i still remember the years working out which way i should be facing and wearing velour hats into heathrow airport to work.
Oh blimey, everyone's gone all confessional on me. It's funny how we seem to be capable of discussing fairly personal things with people who are, let's face it, virtual strangers. I'm not complaining, it's just funny. Sorry, I've always been so boringly sure of my inclinations, even when it seemed that everyone around me was rushing out of the closet, with a wink and a 'Tag's next'. It never happened, Nastassja Kinski always beat Alain Delon (not literally, of course, though that's a fascinating thought). At the end of the day, facial stubble just doesn't float my boat. David, are you really being honest when you say you never think about attractive/unattractive? It's a very nice thought, but I'd be lying if I said looks weren't important (at least to begin with. The great thing is how unpredictable everyone's taste is (myself included). You know those sprawling late-night converstions when you discuss 'your type' and next week you meet someone who just doesn't conform to it at all. One interesting thing is how girls have no problem saying that another girl is lovely, while boys will skirt the issue. I'm speaking very generally of course, but it's kind of sad. I remember when I was at school doing one of those 'socio-personal studies' in the 6th form, and talking about homosexuality, and the teacher asking everyone what they thought about it, and being called a poof for ages afterwards cos I just shrugged my shoulders and said it was no big deal. I hope that didn't sound like 'oh I'm so liberated', it was just a story. Just like my strange evening in a bar in Berlin called Cafe Anal (!). At least one person on the list knows this story) but for the rest of you - hey! that's for another time. Velour hats though....is that a giveaway? I never knew that. Like 'oh he's got his right ear pierced, he's...(nudge, nudge)...you know' when you were at school). Blahdeblahdeblah.... Love Tag xx ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister@majordomo.net . We're all happy bunnies humming happy bunny tunes. Aren't we? -----------------------------------------------------------------------