the late 80s. fragmented bits of life in gay dive bars and various apartments. the language is often excellent, full of poetic flourishes and longing. unfortunately, a tiring level of oh the tragic pain and emptiness of gay life. enough already! who would have thought that Bret Easton Ellis would have so many gay children? despite all the pretty words, the constant pairing of queer ennui with addiction to the flesh made the subject matter automatically wearying; i was eventually so bored that i had to go out and get laid repeatedly.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y7I5UaB7mx4
