Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show. To begin the blog with the beginning of the blog, I record that it was born.
From Vito Russell’s The Celluloid Closet:
“People say that there can be no such thing as a “gay sensibility” because the existence of one would mean that there is a straight sensibility, and clearly there is not. But a gay sensibility can be many things; it can be present even when there is no sign of homosexuality, open or covert, before or behind the camera. Gay sensibility is largely a product of oppression, of the necessity to hide so well for so long. It is a ghetto sensibility, born of the need to develop and use a second sight that will translate silently what the world sees and what the actuality may be. It was gay sensibility that, for example, often enable some lesbians and gay men to see at very early ages, even before they knew the words for what they were, something on the screen that they knew related to their lives in some way, without being able to put a finger on it…. It said, this has something to do with your life, and it was a voice that could not be ignored, even though the pieces did not fall into place until years later.”
