GAY GAY GAY
Did you know Lawrence of Arabia, the hero of Arab nationalism, was probably a big homo, not to mention a lover of Mideast pieces like me and John?
Lawrence rallied thousands of strapping young pieces to his side in the name of national liberation. It doesn’t surprise me that a British dude would want to leave that overly civil, tea-obsessed land and come to the Middle East where the hot men is at, honey. Or that he would want to train them intensely in the sand, put them in uniforms, and watch them fight.
Larry-cakes was never known to have chased girls around, much less dated or done the dirty deed with one. It is also know he had men administer annual beatings to him. He once made a nude carving of his live-in “friend” and displayed it proudly in his home for years to come.
As if all this evidence is not enough for you, check out this poem Sir Lawrence wrote to (allegedly) his Arab lover, Dahoum:
I loved you, so I drew these tides of men into my hands
and wrote my will across the sky in stars
To gain you Freedom, the seven-pillared worthy house,
that your eyes might be shining for me
When I came
Death was my servant on the road, till we came near
and saw you waiting:
When you smiled, and in sorrowful envy he outran me and
took you apart:
Into his quietness
So our love’s earnings was your cast off body to be
held one moment
Before earth’s soft hands would explore your face and
the blind worms transmute
Your failing substance.
Men prayed me to set my work, the inviolate house
in memory of you.
But for fit monument I shattered it, unfinished: and now
The little things creep out to patch themselves hovels
in the marred shadow
Of your gift.
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