Really? Huh.

A new voice was heard: "How are you all, my dearies! Are we having a good time?"

It was the Divine Bella, Bertram Bellberg, tall and stocky, grinning face and expectant eyes, his enormous chest and back Brillo-ed with hair curlicuing out of his workman's overalls and with a huge felt sunflower smiling from his cleavage. "Fred Lemish, are you having a good time?"

"I don't think so, Bella."

"Well, you simply must, you absolutely must. Life is passing us by. Don't go and fall in love. Bella warned you. Everyone warned you. You just won't listen. Bella believes that what we most want out of life is our good times. As Richard Burton said to Deborah Kerr in Night of the Iguana, there are two levels where we live our lives. The real and the fantastic. We have to disco and drug and fuck if we want to live fantastic! Come, my dearies, let's dance!"

Larry Kramer,
Faggots