ext_195635 ([identity profile] georgeodowd.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] indeedsir_backup2008-10-13 11:18 am

Picking up the bread crumbs

As we all know, in a fandom as obscure as man+valet love, we sometimes have to pick up the little crumbs that are left us by the brutish masses of society. So when I ran across this little nibble, I knew I had to share it with you all, on the off chance it titillates you as much as it did me.

I have this book called The Celluloid Closet (from which a nice documentary-style film was made) by Vito Russo, which talks about homosexual themes throughout film history. I was flipping through one evening, trying to line up my Netflix queue (because I so totally don't have a fixation, no no no, not at all), and I came across this little 1937 gem:

It's Love I'm After

Here's the text from the book:

'Blore epitomized the elegant yet down-to-earth manservant. In filling his master's needs, he referred solicitously to "our little nap" or "our nice brandy and soda," treating his charge as a mother would. Blore's relationship with Shakespearean actor Leslie Howard is defined in old vaudeville terms even though the two of them move in elegant society.... Their bond of friendship is a clear comic translation of buddyhood. In a significant bedroom scene, Howard has his brief moment of homosexual panic. It is New Year's Eve, and Howard... murmurs, "Down there in the streets a carnival of people, and up here one man alone!"
"I'm here, sir," says the plaintive Diggs, close on his heels, his hands clasped before him in anxiety.
"Oh, Diggs, you're always here," Howard snorts impatiently. "Why does no one love me?"
"I love you, sir," comes the timid response.
"Oh, don't confuse the issue," Howard snaps, annoyed.

Definitely no Jeeves, but I thought the scene was pretty special (if full of SADNESS). Now if only I could track down a copy of the movie somewhere...

[identity profile] triedunture.livejournal.com 2008-10-13 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
That would be an amazing story. It could start with just one or two valets coming over to Jeeves to "have a chat" or a pep talk or something, and then more and more come flooding in, until there are young valets hanging from the rafters and they're all practising their gentle arts on poor Bertie! LOLZ! His socks would get darned to death!

>3

[identity profile] applea.livejournal.com 2008-10-14 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
One of use should write this. *.*

I was thinking more of when Jeeves retires he opens a school for all things valet. Of course Bertie darling is cheerfully following Jeeves and is perfectly willing to be a model and tell some of the stories of his wild and crazy youth to let the younglings know what they're getting into. And while Berties being a babbling brook, Jeeves would be grading everyone on their memorization and ability to look politly interested. xD

And that would be only ONE class! ;D

Of course the only way Jeeves would EVER "retire" would be if Bertie noticed that Jeeves was getting bored in his old age and offered to set up the school upon noticing Jeeves chastise a young relative of his on how to properly serve a young gentlemen. 8D

Must...write...this...fic...

[identity profile] dreamwaffles.livejournal.com 2008-10-22 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
It's almost like tinsel, in a way.

[identity profile] dreamwaffles.livejournal.com 2008-10-24 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
thanks. I love it too. ^_^