Being gay in your teens is hard. Being gay in your 20s is complex. So, myself ten years ago thought that when I reached 30, my life would get kinda sorted much, much better. You would have time to hang out with a bunch of close friends; you go out and drink socially, listening to old bros’ predictable lame jokes. Life, in essence, would get simpler.
I’ve started with the dictionary definition of camp not so much for what it does say but rather for what it doesn’t. You will notice straight away that it doesn’t say gay, some definitions may say that that style is favoured by some in the gay community but it doesn’t mean gay. The reason I mention that is because I have had many conversations with people and even been disciplined in work for describing things as camp and people insist on telling me that this is me bringing gayness into everything.
I view the world through a prism of deprivations and abuses. It’s a perineal outsider’s mentality. Admittedly, this is a distorted way to see things but that’s how this old telescope was made. When I was seven a man plucked me off the street and shoved me into his car, then drove me to a remote place and sexually assaulted me. He left me for dead on the side of the road.