Ever since Wonkette noted it lo these many . . . uh, couple of days ago, I have been burning to see queerhouse erotic art thriller Eden's Curve, featuring Congresscreature Virgil Goode. Fortunately, my buddy D. is double-plus awesome and had it at The Dreaming Ant. This movie, let me tell you, is fagtastic. It is definitely the best arthouse bisexual all-male-college 1970s teacher-student romance heroin Thoreauan poetical drama I have ever seen. Also the only, but who cares? I mean, I went to Oberlin, where everyone was gay, from the real gays to the aptly termed four-year queers, who spent their 4-year idyll in Ohio getting fucked in the ass before going to Columbia and marrying some nice Jewish girl in the cultural studies graduate program, and not once in four years did any of my poetry professors give me a sponge bath in a coal-heated bathtub in the middle of the woods. Not once. Forty fucking grand a year, and all I ever got was this lousy diploma.
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Yeah, I never donate to my alumni fund, either.
-- sglover
Probably your best post ever.
to the aptly termed four-year queers, who spent their 4-year idyll in Ohio getting fucked in the ass before going to Columbia and marrying some nice Jewish girl in the cultural studies graduate program,
Ouch! That one went right into my kishkas like a knife.
One of the best sentences, okay phrases, I have ever read on a blog. But then what do I know?
I will treasure that phrase for the rest of my unnatural life.
You, me and Michelle Malkin all excreted out the back door or Wilder Hall. Whoda thunk it. Can we un-matriculate the Wingnut Queen?
Are you kidding me. She's one of our finest products.
Finest? No. Purest? Definitely.
There must have been straight people there, or where did Liz Phair get all her material?
You'd have to be as old as me if you say yes, but were you there taking classes w/Franz Wright?
Whose poetry gives me mehs, but his father's? Mwahs.
Post-Wright, and agreed.
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