Hoi Benjamin, Zie jij hem nog wel eens? Mijn geliefde romanpersonage? Iedere dag scroll ik langs zijn hoofdstukken. Soms lees ik een hele opwindende zin: “Benjamin duwt zacht, dan dieper.” Beleefd scroll ik dan weg omdat ik denk dat jij dat fijner vindt. [...]
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The eyes are still black. Charcoal-like streaks cover his lower and upper eyelids. Mascara thickens the eye lashes that are no doubt already long and thick by themselves. “Remind me. Why did I agree to keep this make-up on?” The first words of the young man. He must be somewhere in his early twenties. “I’m small, coloured, and now I look gay.” [...] Last year. It’s my first time in New York City. A taxi brings me from JFK to my hotel. Traffic already dense in the morning mist. Sightseeing buses making early stops at every corner of the street, with vehicle-long advertisements on the side: C o u g a r T o w n. T h e S e x y N e w C o m e d y O n A B C. [...] Esther Janssen. If we would be introduced, I would not recognize her name. And yet I read her vision on lovemaking and heartbreaking, countless times. 1999’s Avantgarde magazine, September edition. The glossy paper of the clipping is decorated with my own drawings and doodles. Esther’s words are captured in a home-drawn pink garland of blossoming hearts. [...] |
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