Ah, Jayne, but it has to be OUR God. And what is that? For many people it is Socialism. I love pissing those guys off, which isn't at all difficult. But for more it is a sort of mealymouthedness. For instance, about six months ago I found myself writing a poem about a paedophile in Heaven, or such a heaven as he would imagine, full of ten year old boys in exiguous costume. When I had written it I realised it was quite unsaleable. Blasphemous, don't you know, for suggesting that such a person could have a good side - like Benjamin Britten for example, though his boys were a little older, about twelve. Or Jonathan King, the pop impresario. Many/most gay men of my acquaintance might fit in here, but it doesn't do to say so. I might dust the poem off, I suppose.
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