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Monday, March 2, 2015

I was going to let this issue go having read about it on Benjy's blog- its 11:30 p.m. on a Sunday - I'm tired - getting ready for bed, and I don't need the world to know I'm queer.    And God knows I am not looking fabulous at the end of another week.    Tomorrow is Monday and it brings its own kind of hell to even those of us who wake up all smiles and ready to kiss the new week on the lips.

With that said, something has happened in the last decade where gay people seem to think that their sexuality somehow matters in every day life.    I don't give a flying monkey's ass about straight people, men fondling a woman's set of chest pimples or grabbing her ass as if the act of seminal turkey basting is about to happen right then and there.

I read the news - I have no real interest to know that a teenager is openly gay with a science fair project or that a pro football player sucks dick and feeds his nasty boyfriend cake.    I don't care that the average NBA player has more children out of wedlock than in it.   Big flying monkey's ass.

Perhaps I am really now practicing "agism" - you see, my gay awareness period was during the age of post Stonewall - a decade after the riots where police did some really mean things just going into a gay bar in the late 1960's.   I became cogently aware that my penis knew it was a fag long before the rest of me concluded the same.    In the era of my coming to terms with being gay, I also did so under the shadow of the "gay plague" - AIDS.    And in that era, it was not a great thing to be a gay person - and to be out in that era was not brave - it was plain stupid.    Yes, there were some people who stood out, stood up, and revealed themselves to be gay.   To many of us being gay was a queer thing.   Different.   A failure.

A decade later, being gay was more accepted yet the ramifications of AIDS had cleared a large swath through our community claiming young men in their 40's like the Civil War claimed young men in town after town.    My beloved Richard left me in 1993 and I have felt that pain ever since - I know all too well that being an out gay carries a price - with black coworkers I had the worst experience ever - overt homophobia and threatened violence.   I've never forgotten that those who play the victim the most are also primed to be the aggressors in hate.   

My own personal pain is nothing compared to those in the era of Stonewall or before.   People arrested and jailed for sucking cock or taking it up the bum.    Maybe arrested even for acting too swishy or for cross-dressing.   Men and women losing jobs and careers because they dared to be as open with their sexuality as the rest of society.

We've turned the corner - but lord knows the militant schmucks in our community seem to want everything their way - and their way is what they say it is even if what they want now is directly oppositional to what the same folks wanted ten or twenty years ago.   It used to be that gay people wanted to share nothing that society called right and proper - marriage - you've got to be focking crazy - decades ago marriage was the last thing gays wanted - now it seems that it is all they care about.     Sexuality was supposed to be kept to yourself - now it is in everyone's face.

Being gay is not important anymore - being an individual is far too precious to be lumped in with the rest of the conned masses.    I never knew that being successful and just happening to love sucking cock mattered in the same sentence.   I never knew that being a police officer and being a carpet muncher while having a carpet yourself to munch really mattered.

Yes, I had that moment in my life - during the era when blacks were threatening to beat my ass up because I came out - where being "OUT" was important.   It was a freedom - like escaping from North Korea, that caused one to feel compelled to escape the repression of compliance and to be open and carefree with a sense of sexual freedom.

But seriously - where is the oppression?    Since we cannot even mention Islam and all of its dirty catbox of qualities these days, we are left with a few sprinklings of neanderthal Christians like the Westboro fools - but hell, even the Catholic Church has moved into the 1990's (that still makes them 1200 years more advanced than Mooslims) and now recognizes gay people.   Compared to the 1960's, it is almost okay to suck a cock even for straight people!

I think now it is far more acceptable to leave whatever one's sexual orientation out of the news - live your life and succeed - but we don't need to know you love men as a man or that you are a lesbian and hate men.   Let's appreciate the person for the greatness that is there and eschew feeling a need to make him gay just so that we can hook onto that as proof that our own gayness is valid instead of accepting it on our own terms.   It seems now that many gay people seem to feel the need to out people so that being gay is more numerous than it is and that being gay is more special than it is.

We don't need to say "gay" anymore than we need to know that someone shaves their pubes.   Let's just go on with our lives keeping things special to ourselves and reward those close to us with the special nature of intimacy of our own little worlds.    The public at large has no need to know our orientation - and it is now not brave to come out for you risk shit doing so.    It is in fact now passe, IMHO, to be gay - it is not special - it is not unique - and it is now just a movement trying to rub society the wrong way - a way that we didn't even give a shit for two decades ago.

And that Smith who won a "singing award" recently should be forced to admit he's straight.  With my new Saturday gay artist videos, I see talented gay people who can sing.  All that Smith does is howl - and he isn't even good enough to be called a dog while doing it.   Having him out embarrasses all of us (or gives those of us who also can't sing our own little boner for being as horrific as Sam).

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