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May. 5th, 2007 07:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
felis_ultharusQueer history
I'm in a less-dry part of One of the Boys, now -- past the part about military regulations and psychiatry, and into the individual stories.
I think most suprising are the stories of families that were open-minded in the 1930s. This is less surprising with the gay guy from Nanaimo whose mother was a prostitute, but very surprising with the small, rural families -- including one who, when faced with a butch daughter and a femme gay son, simply switched their roles on the farm. They put the boy in the kitchen, daughter working with the animals.
I also read again about the transformation of Piccadilly Circus in London into one, war-long Mardi Gras party. It's no wonder that Quentin Crisp described the war as "the good time" in London. Thousands of gay servicemen poured into a city where the lights were out (blackout conditions) and everyone was distracted.
Life
This is day 4 of my six-day workweek. I'm going to be wiped out by my party on Tuesday, methinks.
I'm writing mostly new passages in my novel, right now. At 125,000-odd words, it's already a little longer than my last version, and there are at least two more chapters. But I have a lot of historical research left to do.
I'm in a less-dry part of One of the Boys, now -- past the part about military regulations and psychiatry, and into the individual stories.
I think most suprising are the stories of families that were open-minded in the 1930s. This is less surprising with the gay guy from Nanaimo whose mother was a prostitute, but very surprising with the small, rural families -- including one who, when faced with a butch daughter and a femme gay son, simply switched their roles on the farm. They put the boy in the kitchen, daughter working with the animals.
I also read again about the transformation of Piccadilly Circus in London into one, war-long Mardi Gras party. It's no wonder that Quentin Crisp described the war as "the good time" in London. Thousands of gay servicemen poured into a city where the lights were out (blackout conditions) and everyone was distracted.
Life
This is day 4 of my six-day workweek. I'm going to be wiped out by my party on Tuesday, methinks.
I'm writing mostly new passages in my novel, right now. At 125,000-odd words, it's already a little longer than my last version, and there are at least two more chapters. But I have a lot of historical research left to do.