Linny Raven reminisces

Oh yes I remember the Divine David.

He noticed me in the audience, spotted my talent
and encouraged my attentions.

He said, "You look rather interesting...would you
like to join me at the cutting edge of the avant
garde?"

And - oh yes- because I was interested in show
business, because I wanted to meet stars like
Chloe Poems, because I had my head turned by the
backstage glamour of the Vauxhall Tavern, I agreed.

Oh yes, I have memories of the Divine David. It
all seemed beautiful at first. He would wake up and
say to himself, "Now, David, what are you going to
create today?" And it might be a poem, a song, a
painting or even an abstract shape.

But do you know something? Then the dark moods
took hold. Dressing Jay with Xmas tree decorations,
and
Jay looking faintly ridiculous with bangles, baubles
and shiny things together with a matching bra
ensemble.

Backstage- The vodka to steady the nerves, washed down
with a few DF118s, and the sudden
impulses of lust... pouncing on Jay...being
scratched and pushed off in terrible fights,
though frequently not before he had hit home...the
sessions in the toilet coughing up 'furballs' after
food binges.

Onstage- The sad decline of professionalism from "25
years in the business" into purveying malicious gossip
and slander. "Have you heard what they're saying about
Jay Cloth on the gay scene. That's right, he's got a
job selling dogfood on Saturdays at the market on the
North End Road. And Father Cloth? He's set himself up.
Have you seen the cards? 'New girl in town TV/TS'."
And making poor Jay perform in a variety of
humiliating masks...

Offstage - Sending Jay out dressed as a Romanian
refugee to gather a few coins, whilst he himself
mixed with stars and celebrities or visited lap
dancing
clubs. The arranged wedding for publicity...

Oh yes, I remember the Divine David...I wonder
what they're saying about him now on the gay scene?
 

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