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Sport 41: 2013

IIDepends on How You Look At It

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II      Depends on How You Look At It

That kind of house. That kind of city. You know what I mean. I lived in one of those houses with a couple of homos who worked in one of those pricey middle-to-upper-market stores specialising in manbags and cologne, one of them a Muslim (of course, it depends on how you look at it), and also with a feminist sculptor (although, again, it depends on how you look at it) whose proposal to work as a hooker in a high-class brothel where they preferred the term ‘courtesan’ (like everything else in that city, even the sex industry had gone all pretentious on our asses) as some kind of tactile exploration of inter-gender power dynamics or blah blah blah had won a big art commission although who knows what that was supposed to finance seeing as she was getting paid more than any other hooker in town, and then there was me, a sort of off-white mongrel of dubious Jewish ancestry (yes, it depends on how you look at it).