He spent fifteen years on the side of men from everywhere, and began writing his last book. “When I finished with writing, I was thirty-four, thirty-five years old. But that was a dream. It was in any case a daydream, a reverie. I wrote in prison. Once I became free, I was lost. And I didn’t find myself again in reality, in the real world, until I was with two revolutionary movements, the Black Panthers and the Palestinians. So then I submitted myself to the real world. I was acting in relation to the real world and no longer to the grammatical world […].”
Laroche, Hadrien. The Last Genet: A Writer in Revolt (kindle location 65-69). Arsenal Pulp Press.
now, 1910-1986, 1968-1986, you can see, it was 23 years before he found his dash in between