NO MORE QUERELLES IN THE HEIGHTS

In Genet’s Querelle, the salivating lusty eyes of a man full of desires -each membrane in heat- for another man are described by a writer who had been there, who knew how it felt to want to fuck and rub another cock. Anyone trying to get the sense of a homo-hard-on, read that Querelle’s passage. And eyes were what I looked at during another form of expressing the wish to possess. Querelle had to kill. This time, this character had to order the most expensive dish in town and very reserve wine. No more Querelles in the Heights.