tiny unicorn genius keeps calling stephin merritt souless, and white...and forgets how gay he is, how queer he is...how camp and irony have led to the truth of emotions, and how ambiougous and dark that truth is.
 
how little do we get the wit that gay men used to have, how little do we keep the gifts of gilt edged satire, and the destruction of enemies to stupid to understand our grief and pain.
 
the last lines of his new one, that marry me, as a question and a begging is more soulful then any number of nihilst punk/bling bling hip hop.  how quiet and how subtle the options are, how much he wants that old fashioned nonesense of marriage, and even nature (b/c fags arent natural, you know) cannot  change is mind---there is something transgressive.
 
he makes fun of his own people too, the ones who fight against marriage, who talk about it permanace wioth fear, and about how constricting and chaining it is--how meanigless time is when you love a boy.
 
(i paraphrase badly from 69 love songs: when my boy walks down the street/i will make him my wife--the volumes of gender and sex that could be from there ,and how little that gender and sex matters...or that haunting country elegy papa was a rodeo, where everything moves and leaves and comes back, is there anything sadder/angrier/more soulful then carving yr heart out b/c you have to)
 
it makes me beleive in love.
and she doesnt have email or comments so i cant talk to her about it. 
 

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