Delusions, by Ray S

A good way to begin would be “when the curtain went up on the 1st Act of Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.” Only there was no curtain. Just a dark stage that became visible revealing and focusing on the beautifully endowed—depending on how one looks at it—nude body of Brick the first half of Tennessee Williams’ couple in the play. The second half being the character Maggie who commands the whole 1st Act once the audience recovers from Brick taking a shower on stage. She too is beautiful to behold with or sans clothes.

This is not going to be a review of the performance, although it was very well done! But, I do want to point out for those of you who might not remember or have never seen or been familiar with the play that the premier revolves around the male character finally forcing and coming to terms with his probable homosexuality and that of his closest boy friend. All of this rebounding on to his wife Maggie and their dismal if not nonexistent sex life.

I am not telling how all of this is resolved. Read the book!

To add to my cultural stew, presently I am reading a book I should have read when I was a good deal younger and a good deal very ignorant. Chalk this up to a delayed adolescence, overwhelming naiveté, and not emotionally developed beyond the birds and bees lore.

Quote: “If I knew then what I know now.” Nevertheless, my literary friend D. H. Lawrence has succeeded in introducing me to Lady Chatterley at this late date, and so far there has been only one reference to homosexuality, and that was in minimal clinical capacity.

The author rewrote the book three times and was condemned for the explicit immorality, frank and descriptive adventures of the Lady and her man. So much for hetero sex.

Here is my problem: why didn’t Lawrence’s version of hetero sex even rear its beautiful head when I was misguidedly flirting with that genre?

At the cumulative age of this group of say 750 years, and knowing that sexual endeavors of many stripes have been pursued by the lot—not unlike the Will o’ the Wisp in some dark moment I wonder what the hetero road more travelled or travailed would have been like?

Rest assured like that Will o’ the Wisp it has proven unlikely, and as Mr. Webster writes it is just another “delusion,” a “false belief” and maybe persists psychotically.

Returning to reality, our road is the best road, so travel it happily and gaily.

Will-o-wisp

1 a light seen over the marshes at night, believed to be marsh gas burning

2 a delusive hope or goal

Delude

1 to mislead or deceive, (delusion, to mislead or deceive), a deluding or being deluded

2 a false belief, specifically one that persists psychotically

© 26 February 2018