Il 19/4/2008 pubblicai sui blog di Progetto Gay una riflessione sulla letteratura gay, che riporto qui sotto, aggiungendo poche altre considerazioni.
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Ma perché tutte le storie gay che leggo sono piene di ragazzi bellissimi e disponibilissimi? Perché l’ottimismo verso il futuro è una merce così abbondante? Sono tutti giovani, tutti belli, tutti in perfetto stato fisico, tutti innamorati persi e per di più proprio della persona giusta! … Queste storie gay non sono storie ma fantasie, nessuno racconta la sua vita ma tutti si limitano a raccontare i loro sogni… anche la poesia vive di sublimazioni, ma la narrativa troppo sublimata ha uno strano sapore… è bella, se vuoi, ma irreale, in fondo si tratta solo di belle favole in cui le cose finiscono sempre bene… ma la realtà? La realtà che fine ha fatto? La realtà del quotidiano, dei sogni che rimangono sogni proibiti, dei desideri che non si realizzano, delle dichiarazioni fatte alla persona sbagliata, delle delusioni, della solitudine, dei ragazzi mezzi mezzi, gay e non, o troppo magri o troppo grassi, dei ragazzi non californiani, non palestrati, dei ragazzi qualunque di cui è piena la vita? Quando rivedo qualche vecchio film di Pasolini resto sconvolto proprio dal realismo, dalla crudezza, in qualche modo dalla verità di quello che vedo, ma oggi, nella narrativa gay, se ha un senso chiamarla così, di verità ne trovo pochissima, io stesso sento la tentazione di scrivere inventando e lanciandomi a sognare cose lontanissime dalla realtà. L’alienazione e escape from reality has become a constant refuge for me. On the Internet there is so much background in gay fiction (but really great) but the size is constantly challenged by realistic. I found a nice site with lots of gay fiction stories but in this case too distant from the real world, this is a site created by an old man who obviously has done its mission of optimism, he wrote very nice things, too movingly, but unfortunately, not realistic, if you will, offers models "easy" on young people who have a lot of the streets "difficult" to go and that in most cases and will adjust to a life of "second class". I sometimes wonder whether the optimism is not systematic effects in a warning to the contrary, the literature often has a replacement value of real life. What puzzles me is that practically almost all the narrative background gay has nothing to do with reality in the lives of most gay eros there is very little, the escape into fantasy world is not a individual but of all, it seems that the most rewarding tales of reality, to face things as they are is depressing that, after all, nobody wants to think about life that really does. And if you write a novel different? A novel real ... a history of disappointments, failures, old age looming or already here? If I tried to say what you feel and not what you dream? A novel with a simple title "banality of everyday life," the story of an old depressed, disappointed, a little stoned, which is sometimes the drug literature but in the end is still in its hole, the history of not conclude anything without letting go of the drama and with a thousand regrets, but regrets stupid things to stupid, to be disappointed in the world and life, so they spent some time looking at the bottom but were never themselves ... this novel is real, coherent , not an ideological manifesto but a real document, someone reading it might feel less alone ... and it would already much, perhaps.
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After almost three years I think that gay literature is still something very individualistic, though realistic, and that there are many other things to do: first, remember the risks of AIDS, of which there is less talk but they are terribly real, today no less than 10 years ago, and secondly to insist on the dignity of being gay is not a condemnation but a way of loving that can bring enormous satisfaction and staff moral.
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