Peter Christopherson


27th February 1955 - 25th November 2010


Death brought Sleazy and me together, closely, for the first time and changed our lives irreversibly. I knew Sleaze as a sweet, lovely, generous, patient, and amazingly self assured man. He lived his life without compromise, from a great understanding and ease with himself it seemed. He was a beautifull soul, adorable and easy to love.

Caligulian in all his proportions, he indulged in life deeply. Sleaze was someone to learn from. I imagine he died as he lived: without regrets, the taste of life still tingling in his mouth. Content.

Too soon , as always.