I am not a philosopher, and I don’t read much philosophy. I know a bit of literary theory, and I remember Plato’s allegory of the cave and his theory of forms, and I’ve read No Exit more times than I care to recall. Other than that…um, does The Philosophy of Andy Warhol count?
That said, I do enjoy listening to people with some life experience under their belts. And of those wisemen and wisewomen, one of my faves is the late, great Dorian Corey. When I heard her speak these words at the end of Paris is Burning all those years ago (yes, I saw it during its first run, thankyouverymuch), it was a revelation. It was an epiphany. I can’t say it totally changed my life then and there, but I know that I breathed a little easier.