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He's over twice my age on paper, but there is that something in my
blood that draws the sweet and complicated to me. He has this wicked grin, a posterior like one of those
marble statues I used to go visit
at the British Museum. Thighs you'd want to hold on to
for years. He painted me into his life, he carried me into his studio, and we did not leave it for a month. And then... Oh, and then. I remember seeing myself in one of his watercolours
on a wall in a gallery in Belgravia, and I couldn't help
thinking to myself, "Why he paint me so dark, eh?" I remember standing there
with my hand up to the wall, and my arm, and contrasting it. He had me down just right. He had me down so right he could
paint me without me being there, and after a while
I was not there so much
blood that draws the sweet and complicated to me. He has this wicked grin, a posterior like one of those
marble statues I used to go visit
at the British Museum. Thighs you'd want to hold on to
for years. He painted me into his life, he carried me into his studio, and we did not leave it for a month. And then... Oh, and then. I remember seeing myself in one of his watercolours
on a wall in a gallery in Belgravia, and I couldn't help
thinking to myself, "Why he paint me so dark, eh?" I remember standing there
with my hand up to the wall, and my arm, and contrasting it. He had me down just right. He had me down so right he could
paint me without me being there, and after a while
I was not there so much
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He's over twice my age on paper,
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but there is that something in my
blood that draws the sweet
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and complicated to me.
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He has this wicked grin,
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a posterior like one of those
marble statues
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I used to go visit
at the British Museum.
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Thighs you'd want to hold on to
for years.
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He painted me into his life,
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he carried me into his studio,
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and we did not leave it for a month.
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And then...
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Oh, and then.
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I remember seeing myself
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in one of his watercolours
on a wall in a gallery in Belgravia,
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and I couldn't help
thinking to myself,
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"Why he paint me so dark, eh?"
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I remember standing there
with my hand up to the wall,
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and my arm, and contrasting it.
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He had me down just right.
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He had me down so right he could
paint me without me being there,
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and after a while
I was not there so much.
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Movie Summary
A series of eight monologues set in the same pub over many years of gay history in response to the 50th anniversary of the Sexual Offences Act.
