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Illegible handwriting.

Coletti!

How was the essay topic?

"The story of my life", teacher.

Precisely.

Story of my life.

Which is a way to get to
know better each other.

Considering your young age...

I couldn't expect
very long essays.

But one of them,
In particular...

Impressed me,
also for its brevity.

Next time leave more
space for corrections.

Can you be so kind to read

your essay aloud for the class?

I was born in Milan.

May 21, 1952,

My zodiacal sign is between
Taurus and Gemini

while my ascendant
is Sagittarius.

My father Walter is an
industrialist who trades silk.

His Jewish roots bring us
back to the Nile,

and the ancient
Alexandria of Egypt.

My mother Liderica is
the daughter of musicians.

I am the penultimate
of seven brothers,

the oldest brother is Giulio,
who works in family business.

And the youngest is Paola,
the closest to me by age.

Instead I...

My name is Mario.

Or if you prefer: Maria.

Thank you!

Well,

I'll see you on Tuesday.

Please put the essays
here on the desk.

Thank you.

Have a good day.
See you. See you...

Thank you.

Thank you.

See you.

See you.

I'm not convinced...
They still seem so young.

You have a third grade,
but me...

It's delicate to talk about
the massacre... Of course!

Students asked me to talk.

Really? Good morning!

A glass of water, please.

Hi, Aldo. A coffee.

With a little warm
milk separately.

Hi, girls!

You too in skirt...

Yeah,
pants are so uncomfortable,

and are so fashionable...
With a nice skirt, however,

if you need urgently you lift
your skirt, you bow and it's done!

Do you agree?

The usual.

Thanks.

But you are so dark...
A color note is missing.

Maybe here. Or here...

Maybe here!

Always joking, you!

I wasn't joking!

July 1970.

The implacable joy
of every everlasting sunset

and the lashing ecstasy of the
statues that surround me,

harder

more serious than
ever to continue to die.

Impudent

of the circumnavigating
matter cooled of being.

And powerless.

Even to get rid of the last dust

that human organization
would raise with a breath...

...all this concerns me
when I think that men,

after the path of thirty years,
renounce the triduum of love

for the boredom
of another hundred.

I am Stephen Dedalus!

That's why I insist
so much on Joyce.

We all, all are Stephen Dedalus!

It is the paradigm
of the young rebel poet.

It's what we are
In this society.

Of so old and rotten rules.

You Marxists don't
understand shit!

Poetry is nothing but the
voice of our solitude.

It's an urgency.

A different point
of view on things.

It is the thirst for truth
mentioned by Nietzsche.

The very fact of writing
verses is a rebellion

against a normality that
is expressed in prose.

Don't you think so, Carlo?

The true rebellion is another:

it is my body that
becomes poetry.

It is not necessary to write
poetry to be rebellious.

Just be.

Just be divine!

I believe in the movement

and in joy.

Vivre la joie!

Three!

Have you ever tasted
the Wunderbar Cocktail?

Come on, try it!

Oh, this sends you into
orbit like Apollo 13!

LSD. It's a cocktail with LSD.

Yes. But... It doesn't
make me feel any effect!

No! Nothing really!

Vive la liberté!

I want to be free!

Friends, companions... free!

I am everything and everyone.

Do you understand, my friend?

What are you saying?

Ave Maria...

Yeah. Amen.

So? Let's eat?

Good morning.

Good morning, Dr. Mieli!

Wait!

Here is today's mail.

Ah. Bills, en?

Maybe yes.

Thank you.

Hi, Dino.

How's your gout?

God, what ugly dark circles!

It would take a concealer.

You always want to joke...

Sorry, we are late.

You did well net to wait.

You upset Miss
Fumagalli this morning, eh?

Everything under control, dad.

I solved it in time.

She was annoyed...
But she didn't say anything.

I don't contradict
my son in the company.

She was wrong
and I pointed it out to her.

Come on: she was
about to send the orders

of the silkworms
to the designer,

and confirmation of the
commission to the Turks.

Imagine the designer looking for
silkworms to send us.

"The Silk worm
spins a bad cocoon".

It's Jules Renard!

Nothing...

Eh, I'm growing old... The
company is in your hands, by now.

But I trust with my eyes closed.

You have taught me everything.

Yes, don't worry, dad.

The Como silk tradition.

is in good hands.

Excuse me.

Oh, finally, Asmara! I'm hungry.

I have to go.

I must meet Monica.

We're going to
study in the library

and then I will stay
a while at her place.

Don't be late.

Bye auntie!

Bye Nefertiti, have fun!

You should not wear jewelry.

They are a gift from auntie.

Well, at least not here with us.

All right,
forget the aunt's jewels.

What are you going to do
after high school, Mario?

Philosophy.

Well, I think it fits my spirit.

The meaning of "anima",
spirit in Latin, is wind.

Did you know, dad?

Well, you deal with yarns...
I deal with philosophers.

After all, it takes all kinds.

It was the favorite
proverb of Wittgenstein,

great philosopher, you know?

Well, do as you wish.

But if you go on with
those harlequinades...

You will have us
on your conscience.

Class consciousness.

Okay, did you decide where you
are going on vacation?

Will you come with us?
To Lora or Montecarlo?

You really like
staying with aunts.

I would like to go to London.

I just.

Italian but born in Egypt.

Are you Egyptian?

Yup.

Me too!

Only my origins.

I'm from Milan.

My father was born
in Alexandria, Egypt.

I'm Mario.

Sorry.

Piero.

In short, you're a painter.

I studied architecture in Cairo,
then I came here.

Everything is experimental,
here.

I learn new techniques
with tempera.

You know, London is a great
inspiration for me.

Almost as much as
the Italian Renaissance.

But it's not only this.

There are the movement meetings

the radical Left, the rallies...
Yes, I see.

They leave the mark too.

The point Is: here
you can breathe an air

of great changes that
are about to explode.

And It's about everybody:
workers, students,

women, blacks,
Indians, homosexuals...

Here as in America,
as in France.

That's why I came to London.

It seems like being
on another planet.

So... welcome, Major Tom!

Don't tell me you don't
know "Space Oddity".

David Bowie?

Got it. Got it...

I'll have to let
you know a few things.

You will go crazy
fer David Bowie!

I already know.

Ok, great!

See you in Sanremo.

Finally! But is it possible that
you are always on the phone?

So, I just heard that in
Italy there is a guy, Angelo

who is organizing the first
rally of homosexuals.

Are you coming?

I can't.
I have too much to do here.

Come on, it's in Sanremo!

There is the sun, the sea, the
flowers... Moreover, It's near France.

I would but...

And you, Shadi?

Do you want to
come with me to Italy?

Italy?

Let's go to Italy!

Wonderful!

I go and come back.

I come back.

For you we are only deviants!

You want to torture us, lobotomize
us... Fix us like machines.

Or heal us with a prostitute.

Hello doctor! You want
me to do the electroshock?

Mario?

Angelo!

Finally we know
each other in person.

What a pleasure!

Ruggero... Nice to meet you.

Alfredo... Nice to meet you.

Françoise d'Eaubonne...
Enchanté!

He is Mario Mieli.

Ah, she is Shadi,
my English friend.

"The awakening
of homosexuals has begun".

"It happened to many others
before us, Jews. Blacks!”

Beautiful words for our
first time in public.

Did you memorize them?

Sure. I'm not black,
but I'm a homosexual and a Jew.

Antisemitism and hatred for
homosexuals have much in common.

I know that you study a lot.

I'm just a bookseller.

Look, now that you're back
in Italy you must be with us.

You must be part
of the F.U.O.R.I.

which means

Italian Revolutionary
Homosexual Unitary Front.

Brave, I see you've studied..

Did you see?

Françoise, bien arrivée.

Merci Angelo.

Vous êtes ardents.

Bien, alors, on y va.

But... is she the singer?

No, dummy!

She is not Françoise Hardy.

She is Françoise d'Eaubonne,
the feminist.

She founded the French
revolutionary movement,

for lesbian
and homosexual rights.

Did you understand?

It's an historic day!

April 5, 1972,
revolutionary fags in Sanremo

defeat bourgeois doctors,
sexologists and psychonazists

who want them all in an asylum.

Or chaste, which is worse!

[speaking in French] We protest
against your sexophobia.

And you won't stop us, because
your values have no scientific basis.

I want to tell you something.

I'm a homosexual
and I'm proud of it.

You are hiding behind the
role of doctors and scientists.

To impose a norm, your norm.

Homosexuality is a disease
for you, and we are the sick.

But we no longer
want to be victims.

Homosexuality,
heterosexuality are just labels.

And you, with your repression, are
accomplices to the worst neuroses.

We are what you have
under your eyes.

And that you refuse to see.

We are not sick.

We are happy!

You better call the police.

You never know
with these people.

Some stink for you!

Get out! Get out!

Rotten eggs and sulfur, the
stench of the devil!

Few weeks ago,
In April, in Sanremo,

an international congress
of sexology was held,

the first one in Italy to
discuss on a scientific level.

What the congress agenda.

Defined the deviant
behavior of sexuality.

But just to challenge
the term "deviant"

also dozens of adherents to
various leagues of homosexuals

came from all over Italy
and the world to Sanremo.

The slogan of those leagues in
English is Come out.

Listen, it seems clear to me.

That they don't want
to let us come out

from the ghetto
of public toilets.

They are killing
us with their raids.

They humiliate us,
they file us down.

We have to say it, shout it,
if it is necessary.

Yes sure. But explain me why
one who has a wife and children

and at night goes cruising in
Parco Sempione gardens

why he should shout to
everybody that he is a fag.

He only has to lose.

You are right.
There is a long way to go.

But here there is
also something else.

The right of women, for example.

Their struggle is ours too.

There is a whole system that needs
to be overturned, put in crisis.

Guys, let's look at America.

The example is that.

They started small and now
they are getting stronger.

The feminist movement, the blacks
one: there is no other way.

I mean, let's just think about
the pride they showed in New York

after yet another eruption

of the police in that bar...
what's the name?

Stonewall.

Yes.

It seems obvious to me that
everything starts

from our Marxist conscience,
right??

Of course, this is not just
about homosexuals.

The Personal is Political,
Angelo.

We have already discussed this.

Fernanda is right, sexual
liberation is a political act.

And the women's movement is
symmetric to ours.

Marc, what do you think?

I think you're right.

Women are beginning
to look for themselves.

To oppose models of behavior
imposed by society, by the family.

And they can do it only with a
message of breakdown,

combined with that of the
homosexual movement, of course.

It's time to free us!
Everybody, men and women.

Is it an utopia, a dream?

I don't believe so.

Well then...
Can I take you home?

I have my car here.

Wherever you live,
I gladly take you.

So let me know...

Not only are you an architect,
a teacher,

an artist,
but also a taxi driver.

And very gallant.

"Your wings..."

"Your wings have a thrill of a
butterfly in the sun".

"The beautiful head,
in the shade"

"is all bathed in
burning tears".

"Hands just touch the
great holy shoulders".

Do you know this poem?

De Pisis. Painter, poet, writer.

Just stop teaching.

Tell me about you.

What's a husband and a father
doing in a homosexual meeting?

And I also have two sons, yes.

The family is a
bourgeois institution,

the most false. Don't you think?

Actually,
I'm leaving everything behind.

It's not easy.

So let's get the
bird out of the cage.

And if he dies?

The sky is big, my friend.

I believe I will take the risk.

Faggot!

Do you want to deny
the people's voice?

What is faggot?

What is a straight?

The world will live
in peace and harmony

only when we will stop with
these distinctions!

Dear Corrado,
here it is just as we thought,

there is an air of revolution.

Gay Liberation Front is fighting
alongside feminists.

After centuries of silence,
all our talk.

About capitalist society and sexual
repression are coming to life.

Here too the comrades dress up,
you should see them.

Well, if women wear trousers.

Why should we give
up a pretty little skirt?

I found some
beautiful ones here.

Ah, the day when heterosexuals will
recognize their "feminine side"

we will celebrate
the end of the roles.

I believe it.

If he believes...
We are male and female.

Not male "or" female.

Freedom in a conjunction.

Nobody who gives us a lecture,
or timetables, rules, money.

I can even study for exams,
It is the enthusiasm, maybe...

Do you remember
the poems of Sappho.

We read together?

Love is the key to everything.

We are freeing Eros from taboos.

Hooray!

Yours, Maria.

Piero, here I feel at home.

Amidst the sarcophagi?

My ancestors come from Egypt.

I know I know.

You've already told me at
least twenty times.

For that matter,
I was born in Egypt.

But in my veins
flows Pharaoh's blood.

So it was destiny
that we would meet.

I'm happy. It's nice to
kiss in front of the mummy.

Maybe he too, as a youth,
was a gay communist.

Of course, sir.

We were already fed up.

I should have reacted,
give him a punch.

Listen to me, dear.

Above all, two things
are important in life.

The "savoir faire"

and the pearls.

You must give me happiness.

You must give it to everybody.

Always books,
books even as a child.

They are the best medicine,
right?

Aren't you tired?

Is it not better If
you sleep a little?

I'm making up an exam.

That's okay.

So a coffee?

How did it go?

As usual. 30 cum laude.

I really do not know how
you can find the time to study.

Uh, that's the easiest part.

It's the rest that...

Honey, you're here too!

Hi dear, how are you?

Do you know each other?

Yes, last year,
in Sanremo, at the rally.

And we, where we met?

I have amnesia.

What amnesia!

Time runs too fast for you.

Life is short, mon ami.

And then a meeting is worth
only its intensity.

Do you stop making philosophy,
the two of you?

Didn't you say
you had a commitment?

Damn, yes! What time is it?

It's late, I have to go.

I was glad to see you again.

Moi aussi.

It means "Me too", honey.

Ah, okay.

Who understands you!

We'll see you later, right?

See you later.

Cute. But the French...
Are you with him now?

I jump from one bed to another,
you know.

Seriously, I found him cruising
In Stazione Cadorna.

Oh!
What is called sexual freedom.

Your coming and going with
London really inspired you, uh?

I read what you wrote
on the F.U.O.R.I. mag.

By the way, your parents know

that the editorial staff of the
magazine has their home address?

I wanted to put that of my
beloved Marc and Laura.

But who knows how they would have
reacted to all those wild faggots.

I spared them.

Instead, dad and mama can't
wait to receive them.

And so they will all come to me,

to tell me about
their "vies homosexuelles".

I will offer my advice better
than a father confessor.

What is this filth going
around at home? Huh?

I already had to accept
having a son like this.

But there is a limit.

A limit that must be respected!

And you... you went too far.

Walter!

Sit down, come on.

Thank you.

You always defend him!

It's not just about pranks!

Do you know what he is?

He's a... A homosexual?

Revolutionary...?

You've always been
good with words.

But the point doesn't change.

Walter! Mario is just
more sensitive than others.

So let's shout from the
rooftops how sensitive he is!

Daddy, the movement for
sexual liberation... Liberation?

But what do
you want to liberate?

You should liberate yourself
from the stuff you wear!

Look at the mess you wear!

They are mummy's clothes.

Mario, I'm old.

And my health
is not at the best.

But I'm not stupid. No.

I went through two wars.

I experienced on
my skin the racial laws.

And fascists were keen on me.

But they didn't break me.

Do you want to try it?

What are you trying to prove?

Who do you want to challenge?

You spend your life
spinning silk

careful that there Is not the
slightest imperfection on the texture.

And then you see that you
got "tzaraath" at home.

The stain that
ruins your clothes.

Mario, you have an intelligence.

Out of the ordinary.

I have always supported you.

What are you doing?

Do you return me this way?

You can be whatever you want
communist, flower child, also...

I never understood,
and I give up.

But I do not want to see that
stuff here anymore.

How should I do with you, Mario?

Do you see, my son is...
he's a...

Homosexual?

Excuse me, is the F.U.O.R.I.
here?

Do you know, F.U.O.R.I.?

You know, they told me that...
Either you're out or you're inside.

Forgive me.

Here it is written...
I'll handle that.

Good morning.

Your name, sir?

Call me Ivan.

My name is Ivan.
And I'm a singer.

Do you know Mario Mieli?

Do you know if it's here or
where can I find him?

Welcome dear!

What a pleasure to meet you.

Come in,
do you want something to drink?

A coffee? A drink?

No, no, thank you,
it doesn't matter.

What a luxury, congratulations!

Yes, this is the
Milanese headquarters.

Of revolutionary homosexuals.

Damn, where I come from
we don't have these things.

Where are you from?

Bergamo.

Province.

Believe me,
I can not take it anymore.

I love big cities, metropolis.

I love London.

Also for the music
they make there.

That is revolutionary too.

Ah, yeah,
you're a singer, right?

My mother too is a
daughter of musicians.

We Mieli have
music in our blood.

Excuse me, madam.

I didn't understand that...

No no. Please,
let's go down, let's go down.

How many things
you'll have to tell me.

Please.

Do you know you're really cute?

Come on, come on.

The road to Amsterdam is long.

What are you waiting for?

Come on, let's go.

Welcome back.

Have you stopped doing the
carrier pigeons?

Mario never stops.

It's not easy to
keep up with him.

He is tireless.

I read your travel reports on
the F.U.O.R.I. mag.

Beautiful,
very beautiful, right?

Well, thank you very much.

We travelled here and there.

And Morocco?

Marrakech was a
real disappointment.

No paradise for sure.
Only marketing and lies.

Luckily, Piero was with me.

He followed me everywhere.

He is a great travel companion.

And he is an
extraordinary painter.

My Michelangelo.

Or Raphael?

And then where did you travel?

The usual: Paris,
Amsterdam, Berlin.

Did you return to
the Berlin wall??

Did you try to climb
the wall again?

No, it was enough having tried
It three years ago.

You would have done it if you
didn't have your skirt.

What about F.U.O.R.I.?

No rethinking?

Look, since I left F.U.O.R.I.

I have clearer ideas.

Like everybody.

Too bad Angelo
did not take it well.

Uh, he's just a reformist.

The gay revolution passes
from our collectives.

And what does he do?

He threw it into politics, he
sided with the Radicals.

He turns sexual freedom into a
political party program.

If he's happy...
I'm going to get a drink.

I have to update you on a lot
of things, you know?

Uh, I already know everything,
what do you think?

You and Laura left the girls of
"Cherubini Street".

And Lia is giving birth to the
feminist movement right here.

She wants to open
a women's bookshop.

Fine, fine, fine.

We must end phallocentric power.

It is our common goal, dear,

Homosexuals and feminists
always go hand in hand.

And whoever forgets it is lost.

Listen.

The comrades of "Re
Nudo" (Naked King)

Invite us to the festival of the
Youth Proletariat at Parco Lambro.

Are we all proletarians, right?

Just in case, Naked Kings.

Not really!

We are Queens.

Franco, you're not convinced?

I'm joking.

"Re Nudo" is the voice of
the counterculture.

They are on our side.

Franco is right.

They also defended us.

When the Students
Movement attacked us.

Yes, when they shouted:

"Out of Milan! No fags here!".

Yes, I would have to say about
the sexuality of some students!

Hypocrites!

So it's decided,
we go there with our stand.

We already know that they can
not guarantee us a large space.

As If we were not used to It.

Should we trust them?

Young proletarians but children
of patriarchal power.

I think It would be
useful to go there.

It is an opportunity
to let them know us.

Yes, darling, you're right.

It is an opportunity to make
our voices heard.

And to sell copies
of our magazine.

They will be a success among the
proletarian festival proletarians!

Fantastic, it's decided.

We will break into
the Italian Woodstock.

You must perform there.

I mean,
you're in the program, right?

Yes,
after Bennato and before P.F.M.

Only at the thought I feel bad.

Mario, I would be honored
if you wrote the words of my song.

Ivan, darling,
you must be raving.

I've never written
lyrics for songs.

Only poems, like my Marc.

Yes, but it's the same.

I mean,
you put your poetic "style".

And I add the music.

Yes, you must write it, Mario.

It's a divine idea!

You are our lyricist, Mary!

Our David Gilmour
or Roger Waters.

Oh, stop it.

You know I don't
like being flattered.

But yes, I accept.

I adore challenges.

Well, let's do it now,
right away.

Then I will adjust the metric.

Here it is.

Shut up.

Mario is composing.

Oh, what a struggle.
I got dehydrated.

Thank you.

Anyway, here it Is. Done!

Done in the sense
that you're done?

Well, done and finished.

The title is "Darling".

"Darling". I already like It.

Listen, everyone!

Darling!
What do you want me to tell you?

Darling!
What do you want me to give you?

Darling! What do
you want me to do with you?

Darling! As far as I know,
I just want to fuck you!

Fucking revolutionary faggots!

Revolutionaries
don't take it in the ass!

You are just bourgeois!

Get out of here!

What do you want to do, Mario?

Certainly not
respond with a fist.

Well, well,
I wanted to say this.

We didn't come here,
in this mess, to discuss,

but to cruise, which means
having fun, feeling good together.

We came here to share
together the great space

of our desire, and not to
have a space in a corner.

Now they took
off also this space.

They threw down our stand,
and they did not even explain why.

And once again
we find ourselves out.

Unfortunately,
the youth proletariat

does not even guarantee
a miserable ghetto to homosexuals.

It means that we will leave.

From now on we will
not only cruise:

we will fight!

Come, come.

Hard fight against nature!

El pueblo unido
is better disguised!

And now, and now,
make-up to all workers!

Don't leave!

A minute...

Love, which permits no loved one
not to love, and I am a great sissy!

Hello, mom?

No no,
I can't come to Montecarlo.

No, I will not come
to see you in Lora.

Actually I'm in London.

It's only for a few days.

It is not true that I
interrupted the treatm...

Mom, I do not miss a session.

Yes, yes, it's all right.

Okay, bye.

Your son suffers from an
obvious bipolar disorder.

Are you telling us that
he is schizophrenic?

We don't leave it here for long,
do we?

Walter!

I did not come
here to ruin my life.

Neither your son
nor that scoundrel.

Can make me mess up.

This is clear to you, right?

But the psychiatrist... So?

He spoke about paranoid
schizophrenia syndrome.

Words.

Yes, words.

You must take an
apartment for him, Walter.

Mario needs some autonomy.

Did he ask you?

How do you feel?

Better, doctor.

Well. Very well.

Tell me,
what is your thesis about?

Are you really interested?

Well, I tried to merge.

Marxism and psychoanalysis.

I developed Freud's theories.

About pansexualism.

You know??

Pan, the complete,
polymorphic human being.

Before the advent of what I
call "educastration".

Edudcastration...

Freud...
you certainly know him

asserts that Eros makes
no distinction, doctor.

There is no monosexuality.

The real magic is to discover
man and woman in ourself.

You know, I don't simply claim
the hermaphrodite nature of desire.

And what do you claim?

The end of all persecutions.

Including yours.

Why do you disguise yourself?

Because cross-dressing
is revolutionary.

You think I'm an extravagant
guy, an anti-conformist one.

One who does not know how to
stay within the rules of society.

And it's all true.

But you know,
I aspire to a new Golden Age.

Can I?

Is she your wife?

You are lucky,
she is a beautiful woman.

What does she do? Housewife?

Why?

I'm not accusing you, doctor.

Also in the working
class you see machismo

and women are
victims exactly like us...

But, you know, in the long run
it's frustrating.

Almost as much as explaining
to a psycho-Nazi

that I'm not crazy, but
just a little out of the norm.

I know your thesis is
going to be published.

And by an important publisher.

Are you satisfied?

What do you expect?

What do I expect?

That it would become a kind
of Bible for young homosexuals?

Yes, maybe that.

But to be honest, I don't know.

I will be the Messiah of
extraterrestrial intelligences.

Do you like that as
a definition, doctor?

TV: The meeting
of the week is with

the writer and actor
Mario Mieli.

"Elements of homosexual criticism"
is a recent essay of Mario Mieli

published by Einaudi.

Mario Mieli is
fairly well-known.

And he is a prominent exponent
of the homosexual movement in Italy.

He is here in the
editorial office.

What is cross-dressing, and
why cross-dressing?

Why do you disguise me?

Because I like it.

I often feel well
dressed as a woman.

So the answer is very simple.

And then, too, with a bit
of a polemical spirit

because I intend to oppose that
normality which I consider demented,

under which women
can dress up as men,

but men can't dress up as women.

Do you have a cigarette? TV:
What are your personal relations,

and in general the
homosexual movement...

Pretty, eh?
TV: with the feminist movement?

Stop that! TV: in my opinion
they are improving.

Because once an
attempt was made.

To find meeting points.

This attempt seemed a bit
ideological, a bit forced.

Instead, now It turns out that
there are indeed meeting points.

I have also partly improved
my relation with my mother,

and with my sisters.

And this is a positive fact.

I can say that in
general my friends

identify in the
feminist movement.

Even if they do not necessarily
belong to one group or another.

"Panorama" mag presents you as a
prophet of the future sex.

This article.

Because it tries to present me
as a porn starlet when I'm not.

I propose not only a liberation
of homosexual desire...

In all human beings,

because in my opinion the
liberation of homosexuality

doesn't only mean feeling good.

It means discovering
the homosexual.

Tendency in every human being.

I don't know If I can make It.

You can, you can.

I have to know how
long to stay in Bologna.

If I can stay an extra
night in Piacenza.

Sure, you can.

Now... look, tomorrow
when you are travelling...

I'll tell Fumagalli to make an
appointment for you.

Good night.

Dear...

What a day... It never ended.

TV: You are
basically also an actor.

Do you think theatre is a right
medium for that issue.

Because the doubt may arise that
instead the theatre is

a further form of exhibitionism,
of provocation in itself.

And yet you think it can work?

Absolutely. I think that
in the Italian tradition...

Commedia dell'arte
is very important.

And I'd really like
that the Movement...

It seems to me that it Is
also becoming aware

of some positive
aspects in the last year,

like the "Metropolis
Indians" and so on.

A return of the possibility
of expressing oneself for the people

through playing is important.

Politicians always play.

Bravo! Bravo!

TV: So let's take back in our
hands the opportunity to play.

And let's use this means to
spread proactive ideas.

Bravo! Beautiful, beautiful.

So... cheers to Mother Rai!

Wait wait.

Hooray! Congratulations.

Let's have a toast.

Me too. To you. Hurray.

Would you like a coffee?

No thanks.

I have to go.

You have been great.

Bye.

See you, bye.

You're happy?

Very much.

Is there a place for me too?

Of course.

Thank you.

You did well to go
out of the collective.

You can not belong
to a movement.

Your speech goes further,
Mario, you know well.

Indeed,
you have become a celebrity.

I think that if people like
Bollati, Cases, Einaudi himself

appreciate your work, your originality,
You should be proud of it.

It is a prestigious collection,
no doubt about it.

And then this book

is not limited to bringing.

Our voice out of the ghetto.

Thanks, friends.

That's why
I dedicated it to you.

You read, right?

To Marc and Laura.

The theatrical collective "Our
Lady of the Flowers" presents.

"The Traviata Norma (corrupted
norm) or: fuck you..."

RADIO: There was...
the fact that this boy died.

In Mascarella street.
In Mascarella street?

There were cars everywhere
that blocked the road.

He was the last
of a line of comrades.

When they saw that
the police was entering.

Mascarella street,
they began to run away.

An undercover policeman with a
helmet on his head

pulled out his gun, took aim
fired four shots, took his back...

Do you remember that guy sitting
in the front row, the other night?

Well, to make it short,
he has a huge cock.

Did you fuck him?

I thought he was straight.

Oh yeah, they all come to see
us at the theatre,

the "straight" like him.

And then we bring them home.

I know you...

By the way... what about
your move to the new apartment?

It is not finished yet. Not
even the Palace of Versailles!

"Love,
hold me tightly in your hands".

"With your eyes closed
you gently trust me".

"And I understand
you're beautiful inside".

"Deep in your soul
you do not have secrets".

Spin the norm, spin your role,

be under the illusion
you are "normal".

Doing so you only play the
game decided by the Capital.

Tonight there will be a mess
here at the theatre.

Come on, let's go and see these
queens on the loose!

Your mysterious queerness.

You are hiding in speaking.

Now that you're in here, male,
stop playing a bit.

Count your days, male boss,
because we will make a revolution.

Out of the ghetto, homosexual!

Refine your nails
against the patriarchal.

It's already been half an hour,
and it's still dark here.

I am tired of waiting for the
variety to start.

But the vain Norm
can not be seen.

It seems that even in the theatre
there's no more obscenity.

Spin the norm, spin your role,

be under the illusion
you are "normal".

Doing so you only play the
game decided by the Capital.

Here maybe some lights allow
you to see something.

The Traviata Norma
is various and numerous.

What are queers doing?

Come on, here with us!

To be just an extra artist is
not suitable for gays like you.

Count your days, male boss,
because we will make a revolution.

All the deviants
took to the streets.

To kill the crazy Norm!

All the deviants took to the
streets, and killed the crazy Norm!

Now let's have some music.

SO we can dance together.

We'll think later at the debate.

Don't worry,
I only weigh like a feather.

God, how beautiful you are!

Thank you.

Did you enjoy the show?

Funny, but maybe I prefer La
Traviata sung by Callas.

What's your name?

Mon dieu, mon homonyme!

We have the same name.

And with Callas
we are three Mary's.

We must absolutely meet again.

Can I leave you my number?

Does anyone have a pen?

Thank you.

Speaking of roles... You propose
a figure of a woman-object

that does not
convince me at all.

You should stop looking like
that, talk in a feminine way.

Wanda, Giusy...

I, for example

am homosexual.

But this is not for that I should
prefer sequins and glitter.

What a macho!

I'm happy you came.

Will you come at me tonight?

I still don't believe
you're here.

You are so beautiful.

But I'm here since three days.

You have taken me hostage.

And three nights.

My beautiful hostage.

And to make me forgive, for having
taken you hostage for three nights

we go out tonight.

I'll take you dancing.

What do you say?

I hate dancing.

I want you divine, tonight.

Divine.

Here it Is.

Let's see.

Mario, what's that?

This is female stuff.

Precisely!

No no, Mario.

I've never dressed as a woman.

Never?

Never.

Never, never, never?

We must absolutely remedy,
my love.

You have to understand
what it feels like.

Como on!

No, Mario.

Here, let's see.

These are perfect. Come on!

Come on!

Standing!

No no, Mario...
Look at yourself. A real miss.

Here!

And one... two... three...

Look at these two
shitty fags here.

Now we have fun.

Gentlemen, what brings you!

Are you ghosts or werewolves?

Actually, tonight, your jaws
shine more than the moon.

What the fuck is he saying?

Suck my cock, faggot.

Gladly, dear.

We faggots are
insurmountable in the fellatio.

But I guess you already know it.

Dear, I am an innocent
child devoted to pleasure.

And I find irresistible
your vehemence.

Pleasure is pain, do you know?

Do you know Oscar Wilde?

You don't look like Puritans.

With these manly
weapons of perversion

that Marquis de Sade would
certainly have appreciated.

After all, we are all perverse,
at least in power.

There is nothing
predictable in sexuality.

And thank goodness.

Otherwise life
would be such a bore.

Don't you believe?

Surely you have heard

about the famous homosexual
inclinations of the Greeks?

And about Freud,
have you heard anything?

Never read?

I can give you a summary,
if you want.

But the substance
doesn't change.

What the fuck is he saying!
Which substance?

Darling...

My house is nearby.

It's right there.

In case you would
like a blowjob.

Made in a perfect way
you only have to ring the bell.

That is the substance.

Gentlemen,
it was a real pleasure.

It is not here that we have to
demonstrate, but in Piazza Maggiore

where they are now celebrate
their Eucharistic Congress

with the bishop who says Mass to
save Bologna from the blasphemous.

Well, fighting for peace Is.

Like fighting for chastity!

We are only sheep
if we are still here

to listen to what
Dario Fo is telling us.

Stupid! Stupid!

Sheep! Sheep!

You are only sheep!

But what did you mean with
"fighting for chastity"?

Damn! I wanted to say:

"Fighting for peace is like
fucking for chastity".

I said in a wrong way.

What a poor figure!

Forget them!

They are just sheep.

What they can understand?

Baaaa... baaaa...

Well, at least they look good.

It's the taste that matters,
honey.

If we bring them
as gifts to the editors

of Lambda mag, will they like?

Did you put LSD inside?

LSD hurts. Shit no.

What's this?

Oh, it's a letter from a mason.

A mason?

Yes, he seems to be interested
in alchemy, he wants to know me.

Are you going to meet him?

Well, why not?

Since he is in Rome I asked
my homonymous... Maria, do you remember?

I asked her to organize a
meeting at her house.

Well, what have you got
against freemasonry?

Do you remember
Count Cagliostro?

We have already
talked about him.

He founded the Egyptian rite in
Naples in the eighteenth century...

Referring to Giordano Bruno.

Yes, and then it influenced
the masonry all over Europe.

Good.

Delicious.

I wanted to meet you, Dr. Mieli.

Thank you for
allowing this meeting.

Your book is very interesting.

You have Egyptian origins,
I read.

It's not my merit I come
from the pharaohs.

Don't you see?

My hair is my crown.

And my throne
is the toilet bowl.

Engineer Siniscalchi... No
formalities, call me Francesco.

Francesco, as I told you,
belongs to... Freemasonry.

Freemasonry is not a bad word.

We are for brotherhood.

We are interested in the good
of humanity, in philosophy and symbols.

The passage from darkness
to light, from lying to truth.

I know you understand me, yes.

You are a fighter.

We have many things in common,
more than you think.

Do you say?

Maria, my dear namesake,

told me that you denounced the
schemes of Licio Gelll.

And of the P2 lodge.

But I wanted to meet you mostly
for our common interest in alchemy.

For our common
interest in alchemy.

The philosopher's stone, the
Rebis, the flaming androgynous.

It's what you're looking for,
I guess.

The alchemical
key of transsexuality.

But maybe you miss
the right century.

Five or six centuries ago
you would be a great alchemist.

You are wrong.

I believe I was born.

In the right century.

Anyway...

...we always work for posterity,
right?

You see, I'm looking for the key
to... To the Paracelsus formula?

"Melt gold,
and you'll get oleum Mercurii".

“Coagulate it as if you had
soil and seed, male and female".

Male and female".

As I told you,
I'm still looking.

Good.

Keep me informed about your
research from now on.

Also through our common and
beautiful friend.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

TV: The body of a man was found
in a car in Caetani Street.

Caetani St.
Is in the heart of Rome.

So I give you the latest news.

They say: police officers have...
Here! Confirmation has arrived.

The dead man is Moro.

It was located in a red R4 car.

Near Botteghe Oscure Street.

You'll see, Moro's death will be the end
of the Italian communist party.

But if they are approving
a lot of reforms?

It has never seemed
stronger than now.

The truth is that you always
want to contradict me.

Say it again.

Because I see that you don't miss
an opportunity, even with others.

Here is the real problem.
We are the problem.

It's you, the problem, Umberto!

Fuck the politics!

Fuck the world!

You want to leave, eh?

TV: ...to the news
arrived only now.

That is the identification
of the corpse.

They say the body was noticed by
some passers-by...

in a car parked
in Caetani Street.

The body of the dead
again this news of 2.10

lies on the back seats of the
car, wrapped in some blankets.

You are here?

You are here?

I was afraid of not
seeing you again.

Very afraid.

Can you forgive me?

Am I so horrible?

What are you saying?

Look here. Look at my face.

My forehead doesn't end anymore.

A big nose... vampire teeth.

I'm also losing my hair.

And you are so beautiful.

So beautiful.

Before, you exaggerated.

The fact that I am younger
doesn't give you the right to...

Do you have someone else?

What are you saying?

If you met someone,

there is room for everyone here.

Sometimes you are... impossible.

I know.

I know.

You need to be patient.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello, who's calling?

Mum...

Uh, it's you, what happened?

What's up?

Do you realize what time it is?

Do you want to wake up everyone?
Your father?

Mario, if you're making one of
your usual scenes...

Mum... What did you do?
You drank?

Are you under the effect
of some drugs? Sure.

Mario, you need help.

I go back to bed. I'm tired.

Tomorrow we'll go to Montecarlo.

We Myst wake up early.

Have you ever tasted the taste
of sperm, mum?

Tell me, did you like it?

Or did you retch?

Did you rush to the bathroom and
brush your teeth, mum?

Or did you say a prayer?

"Father, forgive me
because I have sinned".

Have you ever felt that taste
deep down it in your throat?

How does it proceed?

In freedom.

Can't the mind go crazy.

Because of so much freedom?

If I die, I'll give
you permission to mummify me.

You must find a way to put me
in my family's cellar.

With my Egyptian ancestors.

In silk lingerie, maybe?

I'm not kidding.

Holy shit, Mario,
death, death, death...

I'm tired of this refrain, it's
becoming an obsession.

Mario, it's okay in poetry, it's
okay in books, in monologues.

Tell the truth!

Which truth?

The truth.
That you are fed up with me.

I'm going for a walk.

If you, Father Lover

don't want me to be
happy bride soon...

I will die,

full of hatred.

Then, in the afterlife,
I will refuse you my graces,

also if you would rape me
and make me rape

by all the angels and demons
at your service.

I will commit suicide.

And in your arms
I will despise you.

Forever and ever and ever.

A magnificent monologue for
the poetry festival.

Applause!

Do you know what is the
role of a clown on the scene is?

To tell everyone that they are
playing a tragedy.

Mieli, have you finished?
We have to go.

Yes, do not make
Mother Rai impatient!

Mother Rai will be happy.
You've never seen a...

Fag. You can say fag, darling.

...Interviewing
workers about that.

TV: We are from broadcast TV.

Who wants to disappear,
disappear!

Who does not want to be caught,
runaway:.

We are the television.

Go on Mario.

We came here today
to have a conversation.

TV: Who wants it?

Go on whom is answering.

I would be interested
to know If you...

Good, good, this is really great.
TV: ...think that in your factory

there is an attitude
of disrespect,

tolerance or understanding
towards homosexuality.

TV: There is more tolerance.

When it is not mockery, right?

Yup.

Actually I would say that as
someone said before,

almost in every department there is
someone, and he is in the closet.

Someone is known and he lives
I would say quite dramatically

the fact.
Precisely because...

No, no, thank you, ...among workers
the main element is virility.

Do you consider
yourself a virile man?

TV: I would say that it is badly
set If you put it this way.

I mean, I told you because

you said that in factory
the value is virility, right?

You are a person who is appreciated
by the others at the factory, I guess.

They love you, you have friendly
relations with others.

I think that the good
opinion in factory.

Depends on relationships.

Here is the friendship
that comes

from having a
personal relationship.

There is good opinion and
respect for what you do

politically or in the union...
so... It has many facets,

I think the problem today is
that since times have changed...

I think that homosexuality
is now accepted.

It begins to be accepted.

Because I see that once they were
more mistreated, more...

What is your deficiency?

Do you know what
is our deficiency?

Our deficiency is that we are fed
up with being despised, tolerated.

We want human relationships.

This is the only
deficiency we have.

For the rest we are fine!
Got it?

TV: Are there any of you who is
willing to say that he never had

in his whole life,
a homosexual desire?

Maybe,
there can be such opportunity,

no, surely there is opportunity,
but you can't take advantage of it.

But why not take
advantage of it?

It's pleasant! It's pleasant!

Good morning.

May I bring you something?

Let's see... A Cynar.

Two.

Uh yes a bitter!

So cute.

I'm very happy to meet you.

Indeed I did not expect you
would be so beautiful.

You are very kind, thanks
for the compliment.

Anyway, Umberto,
I'm happy to meet you too.

And I'm happy that my son...

Don't worry, mom.

It's just dry shit.

It's just stronger than you,
huh?

Good. Bitter like pee.

And you, Umberto,
what are you doing?

Do you study? Work?

I study philosophy.

“La plus grande
partie de la philosophie

c'est qu'un amas
des incertitudes”.

Did I tell you I'm writing
a new book, mom?

An autobiographical novel.

I arrived at the scene where
I put LSD in daddy's glass,

and he ends up at the hospital.

Do you remember?

Oh, I talk about so many things.

In this novel.

Gay saunas.

The psychiatric clinic.

Your mister husband.

His silkworms.

Why don't you tell Umberto...
Why don't you tell Umberto.

About when I used to play with
dolls as a child?

I wrote everything
in this novel.

Everything.

It will be a success.

No, leave. It's on me, really.

I'm just sorry that...

It doesn't matter.
I'm used to it.

But I have to go.

They're waiting for me.

Goodbye, Umberto.

I hope there will
be another chance.

I hope so too.

Well, where are you going?

Umberto!

Dear Mario, I can no longer
pursue and fight UFOs with you.

Do not reproach me, you'll
always stay inside, Umberto.

No, no, no.

Who is it?

Madam, excuse me,
my phone doesn't work.

Can I use yours, right?

Madam,
it's a matter of life and death.

I'm looking for Umberto.
Is he there?

What, he's not there?

But I know he's there.

Fuck, don't lie.

Get him en the phone.

I know, I know, please. Get him.

Sure, I'm calm...
I told you to get him!

Want to see my princess dress?

How is your friend Umberto?

It seems like a sweet boy.

I don't know.

I haven't seen him for a while.

What a shame. I'm sorry.

You can't do it, Mario.

I'm sorry but there are things
that can't be done.

And I understand that you too
are now becoming aware of it.

If what you told me is true,

it is better that that book
won't be published.

It's Impossible, mom.

I have already
signed a contract.

You can break the contract.

We will pay the
publisher what we should.

You know, dad loves you.

I dedicated all of myself
to that book, mummy.

And now I don't even know
anymore what I want.

What are you doing, Mario?

Please, close.

Why? You want to keep them
closed so nobody hears?

So everything
stays in the family?

I have no secrets.

Why are you doing this?

You have to hide
your faggot son, eh?

Is that what you want?

To whom does the
book give more trouble?

To you? Dad? Giulio.

But why do you keep feeling
like a Christ on the cross?

You can do what you want.

Doe you ever think
about my guilt, mom?

I'm cold.

Hi.

Where to?

Turin.

Turin road, number...?

No no.

Turin, the capital of Piedmont,
thanks.

Okay.

I'm sorry, Dr. Mieli.

Cases can't meet you now,
but you can talk to me.

Why didn't you send me the
drafts of my novel?

As you can see, the drafts
are here, ready to be printed.

Dear, you do not understand, the
last interventions you intend to do,

don't convince me at all.

I know you have been asked
to change only a few words.

You don't understand, I have
to work on it again.

I can't.

But Dr. Mieli, by now...
You do not understand.

Excuse me, we're just trying
to accommodate, believe me.

Something else is not good.

The agreement.

But it was defined point
by point, with your approval.

You do not understand.

You do not understand.

Tear up that contract and
call me a taxi, please...

I have to get out of this place.

Call me a taxi!

In Christ, with Christ,
for Christ.

I will come up at your left.

I will bother you for eternity.

Dr. Berti, as you know,
we have something to close.

With publisher Einaudi.

Because of my brother's book.

I ask you to go to Turin
as a delegate of the family.

Sure.

The publisher must
take into account

that Mario has torn the
contract a few days ago.

They must suspend publication.

Return the leads.

And each draft they hold.

You know...

My son...

My son Mario...

Just a few days ago he...

It was he who

didn't want.

My brother was

indisputably.

And unfortunately sick.

We are read to compensate the
publisher of the costs, of course.

Of course.

You have the last draft.

I want to read it.

I'll read it tonight.

I'll bring it to you tomorrow.

You will be the last
person to read it.

Umberto wasn't the last person to read
it. "The Awakening of the Pharaohs"

was illegally printed ten years
later and immediately withdrawn.

It still awaits a
real publication.