Word: faggot
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...Ryder calls himself "a 20th century faggot" and cruises the Strip, hustling for bread. Nancy Wheeler sits on a mattress and talks about the time she was shooting so heavily that two friends got off on her leavings. City Life keeps himself moving by pushing stuff he gets from a big-time dealer in a silver Mercedes. He is also an informer...
...hasn't got it quite right. The road is really an escape route. When G.T.O. stops his sleek and speedy Pontiac to pick up hitchhikers along his way to anywhere, it is reality he is letting in. Talking to his passengers-a faggot cowpuncher, a grandmother caring for a newly orphaned child, a couple of soldiers on leave-he attempts to draw them into his own baroque imagination. He is by turns an ex-fighter pilot, a gambler, a test driver from Detroit. It is only clear about G.T.O. that whatever road he takes, he will always be lost...
Muhammad Ali was flabbergasted. Oscar Bonavena, the hulking, beetle-browed Argentine with only a halting command of English, was beating the Louisville Lip to the surly quip. Calling Ali a "black kangaroo" and a "maricon" (faggot), Bonavena boasted that he would knock out the deposed champion in Round 11. "Imagine that!" exclaimed Ali. "Him predictin' on me!" At their prefight physical, Oscar tweaked Ali's cheek. Ali started to lunge at Oscar. "Why you so nerbous?" said the Argentine. "You afraid Oscar and his beeg muscles?" Ali: "You're not good enough to touch me." Oscar...
THERE is simply no other evidence that Maria's world-full of Hollywood-types that "registered on her only as a foreigner or a faggot or a gangster"-is capable of supporting any deeper sense of life. The very superficiality of its pretended pain mocks any postures of feeling it cares to feign...
THERE is simply no other evidence that Maria's world-full of Hollywood-types that "registered on her only as a foreigner or a faggot or a gangster"-is capable of supporting any deeper sense of life. The very superficiality of its pretended pain mocks any postures of feeling it cares to feign...