Not Being Able To Create Art They Will Not Understand Art

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Yes sadly - in consultancy they are rife as some holy way of intuiting people's real intent...which is crap. I think I was a INTJ which in some ways true, some ways laughable, and a 'Plant' in another. Yes that's right, I stand in the corner and get shit poured upon me ;-) No it means creativity, which is about right.

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Yes sadly - in consultancy they are rife as some holy way of intuiting people's real intent...which is crap. I think I was a INTJ which in some ways true, some ways laughable, and a 'Plant' in another. Yes that's right, I stand in the corner and get shit poured upon me ;-) No it means creativity, which is about right.

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My first response is to avoid them at every opportunity. Especially bosses or non-familial people.
I actually learned NOT to do the 'Can we talk?' intro with my partner, he gets upset at that point even if it's minor...so I tend to drop stuff in casually in the conversation. It works FAR better, believe me.

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Always savoury. Sweet stuff is too early in the morning, although sometimes an almond or chocolate croissant, but it usually ends up badly with me bouncing off the ceiling in a sugar-induced high.

Side note: I once got tested for diabetes at 17 cos I had stomach pains and my blood sugar was so high in the morning...I'd just had my Kellogs Crunchy Nut Cornflakes you see. This freaked me out so much, that was the end of those...and my A levels cos I actually had appendicitis.

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Always savoury. Sweet stuff is too early in the morning, although sometimes an almond or chocolate croissant, but it usually ends up badly with me bouncing off the ceiling in a sugar-induced high.

Side note: I once got tested for diabetes at 17 cos I had stomach pains and my blood sugar was so high in the morning...I'd just had my Kellogs Crunchy Nut Cornflakes you see. This freaked me out so much, that was the end of those...and my A levels cos I actually had appendicitis.

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It's not a movie. The Box of Delights, the BBC 6-part series of John Masefield's excellent and influential book - without this I'm sure the stories of Alan Garner nor C.S. Lewis amongst others would have ever seen life.

Movies, not really any Xmas movies I really like, I like the irony of the musical choices and sets in the Die Hard movies...oh and Merry Christmas Charlie Brown, but again, not a movie!

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It's probably easier to ask how has it not changed my life; coming out at the tail end of the damage in the mid nineties I missed (partly intentionally) what my partner John experienced - basically that it decimated a whole generation of gay men. There is a massive hole in the age group 40-50s, which is still noticeable, but hearing stories from John about the weekly/monthly funerals I cannot even imagine.

The effect on me was minor yet damaging - the 6 years in the closet where in part due to the warped perception and stigma of AIDS - the idea if I was gay then dying from AIDS was what the future held for me - seems laughable now but during the AIDS panic of late 80s it seemed far more possible and likely.

It's why I have a pathological hatred of gay films and dramas that used HIV as a cliched and cheap throwaway drama gimmick; it just perpetuated the idea that gay = HIV = death. It's why I love Four Weddings and a Funeral - a non typical gay couple and one of them dies of a heart attack. It's like when John was ill everyone assumed it was HIV related til I corrected them. It's that insidously leeched into the mass subconscience that I think it's toxic.

Anyway I eventually came out and had some good people teach me the ways of safe sex, which have mostly held, keeping me *touch wood* safe so far.

The issues of self esteem gorkabear raised are important; not just with HIV prevention but with suicide and mental health. The mental effect of being made to feel somehow 'other' and bias, phobia and discrimination makes people search for self-worth in the most dangerous of places, or not care, or have a death wish, take drugs or be ill. Not to say everyone who does these activities has a deathwish but there does seem to be real self-image, self-esteem and lack of support issue within the gay community - those years of feeling queer, seperate and unlovable as a teenager or later can cause a lot of damage, as well as abuse, bullying and hate crimes.

It seems that the biggest problem in HIV though is the large percentage of uninformed, mostly straight people who think it could never happen to them. That needs dealing with as much as the almost stereotypical self-hating queer, which sadly isn't just a dramatic device for bad soap operas.

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It's probably easier to ask how has it not changed my life; coming out at the tail end of the damage in the mid nineties I missed (partly intentionally) what my partner John experienced - basically that it decimated a whole generation of gay men. There is a massive hole in the age group 40-50s, which is still noticeable, but hearing stories from John about the weekly/monthly funerals I cannot even imagine.

The effect on me was minor yet damaging - the 6 years in the closet where in part due to the warped perception and stigma of AIDS - the idea if I was gay then dying from AIDS was what the future held for me - seems laughable now but during the AIDS panic of late 80s it seemed far more possible and likely.

It's why I have a pathological hatred of gay films and dramas that used HIV as a cliched and cheap throwaway drama gimmick; it just perpetuated the idea that gay = HIV = death. It's why I love Four Weddings and a Funeral - a non typical gay couple and one of them dies of a heart attack. It's like when John was ill everyone assumed it was HIV related til I corrected them. It's that insidously leeched into the mass subconscience that I think it's toxic.

Anyway I eventually came out and had some good people teach me the ways of safe sex, which have mostly held, keeping me *touch wood* safe so far.

The issues of self esteem gorkabear raised are important; not just with HIV prevention but with suicide and mental health. The mental effect of being made to feel somehow 'other' and bias, phobia and discrimination makes people search for self-worth in the most dangerous of places, or not care, or have a death wish, take drugs or be ill. Not to say everyone who does these activities has a deathwish but there does seem to be real self-image, self-esteem and lack of support issue within the gay community - those years of feeling queer, seperate and unlovable as a teenager or later can cause a lot of damage, as well as abuse, bullying and hate crimes.

It seems that the biggest problem in HIV though is the large percentage of uninformed, mostly straight people who think it could never happen to them. That needs dealing with as much as the almost stereotypical self-hating queer, which sadly isn't just a dramatic device for bad soap operas.

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Exit Strategies. Always liked that phrase and very appropriate ;-)