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Gaylourdes is a queer genderfucker fascinated with theories about bodies and music and ideas. Feelings. Gaylourdes is intense and models himself on his gay friends. He likes to speak in masculine terms because it’s easier being campy that way. You could call him a drag king but the performance is not wholly unreal. Surreal, more like. He’s a pansy with a passion for muscle marys: he has a weakness for kooky queer types who love books about drugs and dancing and performance. He loves a style of camp that is vivid in visceral terms; he wishes there were more camp lesbians, so that he didn’t have to rely so much on a specifically gay camp aesthetic to be understood. Then he wishes he didn’t have to say lesbians, because while that’s the heart-shaped box that he sprang from, he realises the ID tag isn’t really what he’s talking about. He wishes he could be in Manjam (a local male revue), he wants to perform and bring his masculinity to life, but he’s not a self-identifying male, and people would probably think he’s just performing anyway. He wants (dreams) to be lean and lizard-like, sinewy and wiry, 47 years old, smoking a rollie, and talking about dancers. (pgs 89-90)
Gaylourdes was once a secretly passionate pianist. He’s a student in Performance Studies and lives in Sydney, Australia. He can be contacted via his blog.