I loved the show at the Brooklyn Museum. The cult of personality that embodies the oeuvre of Gilbert and George always had a strong effect on my creative side. It was this team of sculptors that first showed me that one can build an art career on queer identity, erotic exhibitionism, and a witty sense of humor. While at the exhbition, I learned that:
Alcohol can help one's process
Bathroom stall art can be part of a museum exhibition
Fingers are fuckable (lies, I've know that since I was 12)
Happiness can be interesting
Gilbert is Italian by birth
Being Dirty and Old can translate into being wooed by the Tate
It's not just a summer delicasse
In the end, I'd throw it at G&G. Those sperm eaters can suck my cock anytime.
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