A quote from one of my Sciforums neighbors:
And now, for something completely different:
One of the things that strikes me about this brand of homophobia is its self-centered origin. After all, the solution so many propose in response to female soldiers who want to sleep without being violated by a man is that they shouldn't be in the service. In the end, such homophobia may well be a petulant extension of a broadly-seeded male sexual fantasy. Men want to be propositioned, want easy access to sex, but from women. So they project their own sexual aggression onto other men, which makes the homosexual all the more frightening, because the frightened het-man is imagining that the gay is as sexually aggressive, nondiscriminating, and indifferent to proper human respect as the het-man believes himself to be.
In the end, the paranoid hets are all imagining that gay men will be as ridiculous and annoying as the hets themselves, and in the hets' minds, everyone already knows that you're only supposed to treat women like that.
It's okay to admit to temptation, people. The saddest thing of all is that the fear comes entirely from within. And all for superficial lies, all to maintain a façade against your own, groundless self-loathing?
Your fear is a lie. It is your own lie. You are the only one who can lift the burden.
Norsefire said:
And that's exactly why gays are not allowed in the military. I don't want to be asleep in my barracks, and getting violated by some homo at the same time. No thanks.
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And now, for something completely different:
And then there's this paranoia that people have: "Here! Here's that poof! Watch yourself!" Like do these people honestly think that if they're not careful, this gay bloke's going to come in the pub and think, "Oh, good, they're off their guard; I'll have the lot of 'em"? Just because someone's gay doesn't mean they want to have sex with you; you're a slob! These blokes must think that gay men are like a sexual version of the Terminator, an unstoppable force: "Gender, male. Mission, have sex. Hasta la vista, ducky!"
(Mark Steel, "Sexuality")
One of the things that strikes me about this brand of homophobia is its self-centered origin. After all, the solution so many propose in response to female soldiers who want to sleep without being violated by a man is that they shouldn't be in the service. In the end, such homophobia may well be a petulant extension of a broadly-seeded male sexual fantasy. Men want to be propositioned, want easy access to sex, but from women. So they project their own sexual aggression onto other men, which makes the homosexual all the more frightening, because the frightened het-man is imagining that the gay is as sexually aggressive, nondiscriminating, and indifferent to proper human respect as the het-man believes himself to be.
In the end, the paranoid hets are all imagining that gay men will be as ridiculous and annoying as the hets themselves, and in the hets' minds, everyone already knows that you're only supposed to treat women like that.
... [A]ccording to the statistics, one in twelve people are gay. But even this figure of one in twelve, where does that come from? Now, I come from a place called Swanlea. If you went up to High Street with a clipboard, "Uh, excuse me sir, I'm doing a survey--"
"What--?"
And even people who seem to be straight down the line, hundred percent heterosexuals, you go for a pint with them one night, and suddenly they'll say, "Well, there was this one time, right, when me and this other bloke--me mate, we used to play stucco--and one night all the tables were booked, so instead we went to bed together."
And even blokes who say they can't stand gays, it usually turns out they've had some homosexual experience or other. So they try to make out that what they did doesn't really count:
(Three blokes are sitting in a pub.)
FIRST: Check out the new barmaid, eh?
(All three leer, bark approvingly.)
SECOND: Hey, uh, seen that Lovethorne bloke's dead?
THIRD: Yeah. Well he had it coming.
FIRST: Yeah, it's disgusting what they get up to.
SECOND: I mean, how can you do that with another bloke? You know, I mean, it's not like when you were seventeen and larking about, like, you know?
THIRD: Oh, yeah, yeah, you mean play about with each other in the showers after football? I mean, well, everybody does that!
FIRST: Yeah, well, that's just a laugh, i'nnit?
SECOND: Yeah, yeah. I mean, you know, like when we was on the building site. Remember Alf?
FIRST: What, Alfred Shipford?
SECOND: Yeah. You know, me and him used to have it off together on the scaffolding after work. You know. It was just mucking about, wa'nnit?
THIRD: Yeah, I mean, we all did that with Alf.
FIRST: But we were picking up birds while we were doing it.
THIRD: Hey, I'll tell you what I done, just for a laugh. I picked this bloke up, in a pub. We was both pissed.
FIRST: Oh, I've done that. You know, for a lark.
SECOND: What pub was that in?
THIRD: The Leather Cap 'n' Tash.
SECOND: Yeah, the one with the drag queens?
FIRST: Oh, yeah. Well, who hasn't gone down there on a Thursday, stripped naked, chained themselves up in the back room and gone, "Come on, big boys, I'll take the lot of ya!"
SECOND: That's just for a laugh, i'nnit? You know, it's like me. I've been with Stan for thirty years, living as man and wife.
THIRD: You what?
SECOND: Well, for a laugh.
FIRST AND THIRD: (together) Right. Yeah. Oh, right.
THIRD: Thought you was a poofter, for a minute.
SECOND: You want a smack in the mouth?
(Mark Steel, "Sexuality")
It's okay to admit to temptation, people. The saddest thing of all is that the fear comes entirely from within. And all for superficial lies, all to maintain a façade against your own, groundless self-loathing?
Your fear is a lie. It is your own lie. You are the only one who can lift the burden.