As a feminist it’s hard to back Bukowski as a person, but at the same time, the earnestness of his work has always been undeniably appealing. I’ve always felt a bit torn by this, but your piece sums the whole of who he was up nicely enough for me to feel a bit less guilty about my feelings surrounding the guy.
I feel like there are so many voices out there saying “be unique, be weird, be you”, but it’s harder to find that the sentiment is put into practice when looking around. Pieces like this remind me that even if I can’t see them, there are people attached to those voices somewhere and it’s important to keep propagating my own brand of weird lest I lose my damn mind trying to run with the herd.
Thanks again for the thoughtful piece!