Why are people speculating about Morrissey's sexuality- asexuality in this thread?
Hasn't he clarified these enquiries by announcing his humasexuality? Whilst I have periodically raised an eyebrow at his magpie appropriation of outlaw Outsider homosexual rebels without overtly allying himself with the circus of contemporary LGBTQI cults ( James Baldwin being the latest example), he's harmless enough compared to all those Tory MPs who voted for Section 28 back in the day who I logged getting blowjobs in Archbishops Park back in the 80s when I was a toiling scribe clerk on the banks of Old Father Thames. Having seen Jobriath decimated for overt Outness, it wasn't too surprising that he was circumspect at the outset, even if it's all a bit "how very dare you!" These Days...internalised Queerphobia from childhood can be a stunningly difficult demon

to tame.
I note with displeasure that That Bitch Joan asked the loathsome biphobic Christopher Biggins creature to gently interrogate her in Bath and Manchester as Graham Norton couldn't be arsed enough to leave That London for regional dates. He is a fcUKin bell-end extraordinaire is Biggins. His antics on Big Brother blaming flaming bisexuals for spreading HIV-Aids...state of him, ffs...
I wonder if Morrissey is going to attend one of John Lydon's literary soirées to tell him to shove his butter adverts up his arse'n'all? Like wot I do on #VegAnarchyInTheUK...I'm tempted to attempt to challenge Ye Olde Sexy Pisser about allowing McClaren and the NME to expunge the Brum dates at Barbarellas and Bogarts from the Sex Pistols gig history. Big mistake turning up to taunt us Black Sabbath fans with yer recycled, speeded up Iommi riffs, wasn't it Johnny fcUKin Rotten? Us BCFC-z metal guru marines soon showed ye Cockernee prats the door...
Morrissey could make a mint on the literary festival tour circus

circuit when he drops Autohagiography Vol 2. Wonder if he'll mention his sojourns in Moseley next time around? Of course, 'you lot' would cause a commotion with your antics if he tried to go balls deep on the Alan Bennett career path late-in-life. Imagine the denizens of The List at Hay-on-Wye, Cheltenham or Dalkey rushing the stage, interrupting the goatee-stroking morons who think they own Joyce, etc, as they ask Morrissey sensible questions about his absurd surrealust magical-realist faux-recollections? I guess it might be quite amusing to watch it all go tits-up.
BrummieBoy
Kingston-upon-Thames
England
PS: the Empress of THOT will be livid at Joan...