Saturday, March 21, 2015

TV and the World made me into the biggest Whore of the Ages.

When I Was One-and-Twenty

When I was 14. Well, first it was "Hitler," whom I kind of hated, and then it was Woody Allen, whom I kind of loved. Love hate/hate love relationships, normal sort of thing.

And of course, at the time for me it was really Kevin, whom I had the real crush on. He was the cute white boy in our neighborhood, with the long hair and the interstellar attitude.

But always, first it was my Dad, who bombed "the Japs" during WWII.

Sigmund Freud was quite correct, you ALWAYS fall in love with your opposite sex parent.

Doesn't matter if you're straight or gay. And it doesn't tell you which one you are.

And so I loved my Dad, and so I began my quest with boys. Ever notice that's plural?

When I was one-and-twenty
       I heard a wise man say,
“Give crowns and pounds and guineas
       But not your heart away;
Give pearls away and rubies
       But keep your fancy free.”
But I was one-and-twenty,
       No use to talk to me.

When I was one-and-twenty
       I heard him say again,
“The heart out of the bosom
       Was never given in vain;
’Tis paid with sighs a plenty
       And sold for endless rue.”
And I am two-and-twenty,
       And oh, ’tis true, ’tis true.
Source: Father: An Anthology of Verse (EP Dutton & Company, 1931)