Madness, for me, is like having sex in a stairwell: it can be
difficult, but it yields its own special brand of pleasure and to
people watching – and people DO watch – it’s both beautiful
and awkward. The echoing noises are vaguely musical but
strange and grotesque at the same time.
I couldn’t tell you when I first ‘went mad’ anymore that I
can tell you when I first ‘became queer’. Maybe it was when
I was ten and I made imaginary friends with Adam West
(as Batman). I spoke to him incessantly under my breath
which inspired both annoyance and worry in my parents.
On second thought, that was probably considered ‘normal’.
Lots of children have imaginary friends. I think I was just
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