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  • The Homosexual
  • 2PM
  • Lucky like St. Sebastian
  • I Want You, but I Don't Need You
  • I was a maoist intellectual
  • The Angels Are Voyeurs
  • Bishonen
  • The Hairstyle of the Devil
  • The Charm of Innocence
  • Love On Ice
  • Ice King
  • The Angels are Voyeurs (Reprise)
  • Nervous Heartbeat
  • In the Sanatorium
  • Little Lord Obedience
  • Complicated
  • I Am a Kitten
  • The Gatecrasher
  • John The Baptist Jones
  • Erase
  • Murderers, the Hope of Women
  • Closer to You
  • A Complete History of Sexual Jealousy (Parts 17-24)
  • Girlish Boy
  • Frilly Military
  • The Guitar Lesson
  • The Birdcatcher
  • Paper Wraps Rock
  • King Solomon's Song and Mine
  • Bluestocking
  • Hippopotamomus
  • Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous
  • Coming in a Girl's Mouth
  • What will death be like?
  • Hang Low
  • His Majesty the Baby
  • Moop Bears
  • Lolitapop Dollhouse
  • The Day the Circus came to Town
  • Platinum
  • The Rape of Lucretia
  • I Ate a Girl Right Up
  • Eleven Executioners
  • Ventriloquists and Dolls
  • The End of History
  • Summer Holiday 1999
  • I Refuse to Die
  • my pervert doppelganger
  • The Painter and His Model
  • Enlightenment

I was born with the charm of innocence
On my back like a cross
Thorns upon my forehead
Round my neck I wore it
Sometimes a rabbit's claw
Sometimes an albatross
It began at a school that turned boys into gentlemen
Then turned them on to debauchery
I was forced to my knees in front of these gentlemen
If I refused they would torture me
On Sundays I'd stalk the botanical garden
And under my uniform something would harden
Whenever I passed a girl of my own age
Or did it begin with au pair girls from Germany
Paid by the hour to look after us?
Did it begin with that first opportunity
To corner a stranger with nakedness?
Maybe the clinical way they undressed me
Stayed with me and deeply distressed me
I think at heart I'm something of a prude
I was born with the charm of innocence
On my back like a cross
Thorns upon my forehead
Round my neck I wore it
Sometimes a rabbit's claw
Sometimes an albatross
Then at eighteen I decided
I wanted to be a commercial photographer
I rented a studio down by the docks
Which I shared with a friendly pornographer
I photographed models in fluorescent light
Whose veins were so blue and whose breasts were so white
I assumed, like the moon, women were blue cheese
When I left home I already had five years
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