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I suppose the example of Michael Portillo is instructive here - I've got no idea if the version of events he sold to the UK public (that he'd 'experimented' at university, but that this part of his life was now very much behind him, thank you very much, and it was strictly the ladies, and in particular his fragrant and lovely wife for him from now on,) had any basis in fact, but at least his time as a Thatcherite boot boy would have made a certain amount of sense in that sort of context. In that he'd have been trying to (over)compensate for his 'sordid gay past.' It's not so good, but at least it adds up.
What does seem bewildering is what's going on in the mind of the kind of Tory MP, or devoted party follower, who's still very much involved in a homosexual present, acknowledged or otherwise (and I suppose to be fair I mean particularly otherwise,) and where, realistically, they'd think it was all going to end?
It's one thing to be a bankable, very bankable, Hollywood film star with the time, cash and resources to keep on fending off the allegations, but quite another, it seems, to place your professional future in the hands of people who'd probably quite gladly, y'know, just hang you, if they knew they could get away with it, having discovered 'the truth.'
The openly gay Tory party member is a bit of a mystery, but the closeted, overtly homophobic, but still very much, allegedly, active version is... well pretty much fascinating, in a car crash kind of way. |
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