...And thank God Rose has broken her silence on the matter! We talked about it today. Turns out she is trying to process it, in her typical Rose way-through an article on homosexuality, and when she's done she wants me to read it.
*Whew* I was so releaved and sighed, "Thank you for talking about it. I thought you may have forgot." My comment about America's Next Top Model ("I don't watch it for the content") did not go unnoticed.
Today we came debating about the causes of homosexuality all the way into screenwriting class, where everyone joined in as well. Martine was like, "I'm so queer, okay, and I grew up around straight people!" And I replied, "Me too!"
So I guess, in a way, I'm out at school. I even went so far as to say, "I have yet to be attracted to a guy." At sixteen, I have been aroused by countless women since I was eleven. It aint no phase. But I didn't go so far as to say that in front of Rose. She would go, "I didn't need to know that."
In class, eight new pages of my screenplay were read, and I was just beat red through the entire thing. My main character, Simon, has an erotic dream about his crush, Joseph (who feels mutually, by the way), and I didn't think it was that bad, but people were all like, "Oh yeah, baby! This is what we've all been waiting for!" The dream of course cut out just when they were about to "get it on," and poor Simon is very much pissed. He basically shouts, "God damn it! Shit! It was just getting to the good part!"
Everyone seems to like it, so I'm happy about that. I would post it up here, but it's 31 pages. I don't wish to inflict you pain. But if you really want to read it, I'll post it just for you*smiles sweetly*.
Anyways, today was very dull except for that class. In chem we had a sub, who basically had us do nothing the whole period, since he knew nothing about electron configurations and noble gas notation. So I sat contently reading Oscar Wilde's The Critic as Artist, which is very wonderful.
I was reading the letters in the back of the book, and I must say, Lord Douglas' father was such an ass (Douglas, or "Bossie," as Oscar calls him, is his lover. And the reason he got thrown in jail). He actually wrote an awful letter to Wilde, and even managed to spell sodomite wrong (now if I spelled that wrong, I'll die laughing!). Also, on the opening night of The Importance of Being Ernest, he was actually planning on presenting Oscar Wilde with a "phallic bouquet." *pst*It was of vegetables.
Police stopped him, though.
What an utter ass.
And I can't BELIEVE they threw him in jail. Fucking Bossie. He should have hogtied his father and locked him up in the cupboard! The letter written before the day of his sentence to Douglas is so sad. He only wishes he could see him again, and asks Douglas to wait for him*tears up*.
Then, if you read De Profundis, Wilde gives a long rant in the beginning (that's how far I've gotten). Basically, it goes like this:
"You never fucking write me a line, you've bankrupted me, and you're an ungrateful little shit!"
That about sums it up for me. Of course, he was more eloquent, but that was the message. I would be raging too, if I were him. *sigh*People are such assholes, aren't they? How could they ruin such a genius? He died only a few years after, in poverty. How can the world treat people like this?
I'll never care to know the answer, for it will be just as dreadful.