The truth it seems, isn’t exciting as all that: Everett has a new memoir coming out. Nothing sells books like scandal and since Rupert mined all his in his last autobiography, 2006’s Red Carpets And Other Banana Skins, he probably decided to drum up some more.
In an article in The Guardian promoting the book, Vanished Years, Everett tried to clarify his statement:
“For me, personally, the last thing I would like in the entire world would be to go through cocktailing my sperm with my boyfriend and finding some grim couple in Ohio who are gluten-free and who you pay $75,000 to have your baby. To me it feels absolutely hideous. But that’s me, just me. I’m not having a go at gay couples who do. I think if Elton and David want to have babies, that’s wonderful. I think we should all do what we want. Isn’t there a middle way, where you can just say, ‘Not for me, but it doesn’t matter’?
But no, everything’s sort of turned into al-Qaida. I’m sure I’m going to be nail-bombed. David Furnish is probably going to send [designer] Patrick Cox with a bomb and blow up the theatre.”
But just in case that sounded too reconciliatory, Everett threw some shade at gay marriage:
“But why do we want to get married in churches? I don’t understand that, myself, personally. I loathe heterosexual weddings; I would never go to a wedding in my life. I loathe the flowers, I loathe the fucking wedding dress, the little bridal tiara. It’s grotesque. It’s just hideous. The wedding cake, the party, the champagne, the inevitable divorce two years later. It’s just a waste of time in the heterosexual world, and in the homosexual world I find it personally beyond tragic that we want to ape this institution that is so clearly a disaster.”
Then again, maybe Everett isn’t trying to get attention for his new book. He’s currently playing Oscar Wilde in The Judas Kiss, so maybe he”s just gone Method—channeling a foppish but talented gay man whose hubris left him a shell of his former self.