If Morrissey has every right to defend his rights and opinions so do I.
For someone so private why did he address his relationships at all? Why write an autobiography, in fact? This man, this deeply private, painfully shy, retiring, demure creature who has to be dragged kicking and screaming on stage, who will only be drawn into a comment if he is put to the rack, this Morrissey, this brilliant construct, has been caught out, not by anybody else, but by himself.
In your desire to attack me, you have clearly ignored the several posts where I have praised the book, criticising only the fact that the central character comes across as a nasty piece of work by the end. A great book, about a not very nice person. I think that's pretty fair.
It doesn't surprise me some members of the gay community find this "humasexual" bullshit somewhat offensive. It is an insult to peoples' intelligence. Having little yourself you are clearly immune, of course.