i took my sister school shopping today and got everyone dinner. my dad went out with his friends last night and my mom is out with her friends tonight. something’s not right with this picture, but i can’t quite put my finger on it.
it didn’t really register for people. i don’t think she was on anyone’s radar tbh
also at this point what she did on her show 10/15 years ago is as irrelevant and dated as what went on on the carol burnett show or something 40 years ago. it might explain why her latest shotime incarnation didn’t last more than a season or two, though, no matter how innocent her intentions might have been
They have advised me to dissemble in order to live down my present reputation of being the one whom Oscar Wilde loved. They have even assured me that in about five years I would again be received in the bosom of London society, that my youthful indiscretions would be overlooked, that imposing dowagers would smile at me in drawing-rooms, that brainless, heartless fools would bow to me in clubs.
That may be so, but I am tired of pretences. I have had enough of crawling to conventions at which my heart revolts. I have no need of dowagers to smile at me or fools to bow to me. I do not want to ‘gain the whole world and lose my soul.’ While I am still young and bold, let me put myself once and for all on the side of honesty, and declare that I am proud to be what I am, proud to have been so much loved by a great man, and proud to have suffered so much for him.
”—Alfred Douglas, 1895. Mercure de France article in which he defends Oscar Wilde, their romantic relationship and ‘the love that dare not speak its name’ in general.
“You are so good. So good, you’re always feeling so much. And sometimes it feels like you’re gonna bust wide open from all the feeling, don’t it? People like you are the best in the world, but you sure do suffer for it.”—Silas House, This is My Heart for You