Wilde wrote a scathing letter to Douglas, calling him out for his abandonment. After Wilde was tried, convicted and imprisoned, communication ceased between him and Douglas. I know Hyacinthus, whom Apollo loved so madly, was you in Greek days."ĭouglas' father was less-than-thrilled about his son's affair, and it was this anger that brought Wilde to court.
Your slim gilt soul walks between passion and poetry. "It is a marvel that those rose-red lips of yours should have been made no less for the music of song than for the madness of kisses. Douglas wasn't particularly well-liked by the other village dwellers (he looks pissed off in literally every picture of him ever), but Wilde was wild about him (get it? See what I did there?). True Love?ĭespite the affairs, Wilde connected intimately with Lord Alfred Douglas, who he affectionately called "Bosie." They met when Douglas was about 21, and their romance quickly escalated from there. And, really, that's pretty classy as far as dirty deeds go. Translation: Wilde gave Grainger a handjob, and Grainger came in Wilde's mouth. he worked me up with his hand and made me spend in his mouth."
" came into my bedroom and woke me up and told me to come into his bedroom which was next door. For reasons still unclear, he was spending some time alone with Wilde when: An apprentice electrician named Wallis Grainger had a better story to tell. traces of vaseline, soil and semen." Lube, dirt* and cum? Juicy.Īlas, a chambermaid can only see so much. Upon spying Wilde's sheets, she couldn't help but notice that they were "in a most disgusting state. Once, she walked in during the end of a particularly messy rendezvous Wilde was having with a young man. Wilde's chambermaid, Margaret Cotta, became accustomed to seeing men come around. Wilde's trysts with men brought him to court in 1895 (cheers to progress since then), and countless documents detail his scandalous sex life. Though Wilde was married, he had countless clandestine liaisons. And though we don't know exactly what he'd be up to, we can bet he'd still be getting randy. Know the name? He wrote, among other things, the renowned (and hilarious) The Importance Of Being Ernest and authored the much Pinterested quote: "Every saint has a past, ever sinner has a future." If he were alive today, he'd be 160 years old. Today is the birthday of celebrated author and playwright Oscar Wilde.
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