Vituperative vegan, alt-rock god and noted “humansexual” Morrissey came out, in a way, in his recently published Autobiography, detailing his relationship with photographer Jake Owen Walters. However, details of said relationship, as well as any mention of Walters, are suspiciously absent in the U.S. edition of the tome.
Back in October, The Guardian spilled the tea on this, Morrissey’s first serious relationship, which began in the halcyon days of the ’90s when Morrissey was in his mid-30s. Morrissey writes of meeting Walters:
…for the first time in my life the eternal “I” becomes “we”, as, finally, I can get on with someone…Jake and I neither sought nor needed company other than our own for the whirlwind stretch to come…Indulgently Jake and I test how far each of us can go before “being dwelt in” causes cries of intolerable struggle, but our closeness transcends such visitations.
Though Morrissey never elaborates on whether he ever put a thorn in Walter’s side, or a hand in his glove, he recalls an exchange at an airport during the two-year relationship:
“Well,” says the woman in the British Airways lounge, “you’re either very close brothers or lovers.” “Can’t brothers be lovers?” I imprudently reply – always ready with the pointlessly pert, whether sensible or not.
That pointless pertness is missing from the U.S. edition of Autobiography, which came out on Tuesday. According to WENN, Walters’ presence has been all but scrubbed clean from Morrissey’s scripted life, including a photo of Walters as a boy and his name in a story about a night out on the town with The Pretenders’ Chrissie Hynde.
Sounds like someone’s been kicked off the chain gang.