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what can i say about this masterpiece that weaves together the inner-life of childhood friends by shifting perspectives through their tangled lives while remaining true to each character's essence other than that it takes me back to my truer self, a what can i say about this masterpiece that weaves together the inner-life of childhood friends by shifting perspectives through their tangled lives while remaining true to each character's essence other than that it takes me back to my truer self, a self that can even utter the word "true."...more
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What I love is how EVERYONE comes under fire in this hilarious analysis of gay culture. Most reviewers jump on Hocquenghem's scathing critique of the bourgeois left, but what I find more surprising from this revolutionary May 68er is his insight intoWhat I love is how EVERYONE comes under fire in this hilarious analysis of gay culture. Most reviewers jump on Hocquenghem's scathing critique of the bourgeois left, but what I find more surprising from this revolutionary May 68er is his insight into the predatorial, anti-sentimental views (and practices) of the gay/activist arena and the dialectic that ensues from this contradiction...a problematic we certainly still live within.
As G.H. writes, "Clearly, love and death are banned from the political discourse of the bourgeoisie as well as from the discourse of the preceptors of the sexual revolution. For the bourgeoisie and for the Communist Party, sex is family, and family must be love. It seems clear enough. For the autonomous sexual movements that call themselves revolutionary, and particularly for homosexuals, sex is desire, and desire is politics. But love, that is, the desire to desire, has been cast off, as if it were nothing but a superstructure built as a trompe l’oeil in the structure of desire. As for death, neither the bourgeois nor revolutionaries ever talk about."...more
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