Robert Bridges

Were I a cloud I'd gather My skirts up in the air, And fly well know whither, And rest I well know where.

So sweet love seemed that April morn. When first we kissed beside the thorn, So strangely sweet, it was not strange We thought that love could never change.

My delight and thy delight Walking, like two angels white, In the gardens of the night.

I have a naturally camp sensibility and a camp sense of humour. I love the icons that gay people love.

It's good to like yourself, and that only comes from hard work, from doing. But vanity is dangerous; it can trip you badly.

Shaft was a pop culture figure along t he lines of, I guess, Dirty Harry - except that he wasn't as much of a racist. So yeah, I was always a fan.