Some thoughts to come next.

I have always loathed the notion of the closet, and in oppsition to Eve Kosofsky, I once wrote a piece called The Epistemology of the Locker Room, somewhere in this blog it is. If in the grave, a fine and private place etc etc, none does there embrace, plenty of embracing went on in closets if sometimes of an essentially poetic intensity. Verlaine's poem 'd'une prison' is about as good as it gets and set to music by Hahn even better. L'éducation sentimentale' of Flaubert might still be the best gay love story ever written,

Why should one come out? Just self policing? For the benefit of the bien pensants? More to follow