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c20H25N3o said:
Are you saying I should love the though of being penetrated by a man?
Feel as repulsed at the thought of performing the act as you wish. Let's consider it in a context of Dr. Lou's topic post:
Dr. Lou said:
When gays make their plight for fair rights there's a sense like there is something wholesome about mansex, like they are righteous ethical saints, and it just seems funny to me.
What strikes our topic poster as funny is actually symptomatic of something he either has not considered, or else has decided is simply unimportant: that sense of righteousness comes in response to being routinely compared to child molesters, necrophiliacs, and horsef@ckers. When I was in high school,
before the rise of my Satanic phase--and perhaps a driving force of that early theological exploration--there was an occasion that some horses were slaughtered, allegedly by Satanists, in a mountain town forty minutes away (speeding along the highway, no less) from my home, and something like
two hours from a friend's. Just imagine, if you would, being asked where you were Friday night in the middle of theology class in a Catholic school. Remember, this is before--
before--the rise of my Satanic phase. The justification? My friend and I listened to heavy metal.°
I don't care that Lou sees gay sex as sleazy. Hell, all the fun things to do heterosexually are sleazy, too. I mean, I
wish I could find a way to express double-dipping "beautifully", but there's no way to eat that ice cream sandwich neatly. So in the end, it's not that big a deal.
You have the right to feel what you feel.
That's the point.
Additionally, the shiver that certain religions send through me does not mean I can simply throw out the First Amendment and deny a person their Constitutional right based solely on a condition protected against such discrimination in the first place (e.g. religion).
Likewise, just because you don't like the way Bolt A is fitting into Hole B doesn't mean you can simply throw out the Fourteenth Amendment and deny a person their constitutional right based solely on a condition protected against such discrimination in the first place (e.g. gender).
Part of the severity of the backlash against the topic post has arisen not from our topic poster's classification of gay sex as sleazy, but the idea that gays are somehow overstepping themselves in wishing to not be the object of
repeated, damn-near constant political and legal abuse (going on fifteen years next year, and only four years before that was
Bowers, and before that was Ronald Reagan doing
nothing about AIDS because he thought it was a "gay measles").
You should have seen Oregon in 1992. How I wish I'd saved the voter's guide. Phillip Ramsdell of the Christian-derived Oregon Citizens' Alliance submitted a statement in favor of rescinding civil rights for gays° in Oregon that listed an astounding array of sexual fancies: to read the pamphlet one might believe heterosexuals don't have anal sex, give rimjobs, enjoy the occasional golden shower or even a faceful of ... never mind. You get the picture. Trust me, it was an amazing entry, and unlike the strange statements in this year's Oregon voter's guide, genuine.
In the end the real slap in the face came not from the idea of gay sex as sleazy--that got a thorough disclaimer--but the underlying theme that demeans the struggle to fulfill the U.S. Constitution and decent equality. Add to that the idea that said theme appears to be based in an arguably inaccurate depiction tailored to an "arbitrary" starting point that is calculated for a framing effect. It's sort of the feeling that if someone wants to be repulsed and go out of their way to be repulsive, they ought to at least do it for the right reason. And there are myriad reasons that should suffice, but an artificially-constructed freeze-frame of a dynamic experience just isn't it.
I don't know if you've ever suffered through the experience of an adult casting a fantasy about you in order to place you at the butt of a joke that simply would not hold up if it recognized reality. It's something that children do and should be encouraged to do until they get bored with it. It's hard to explain, but it goes something like, "Wouldn't it be funny if you ... and then this happened ... because that would mean (punchline)." You know, it happens when you have the perfect punchline for a joke that's never going to come about.
And the tone of the joke was such to set people off.
Nobody here can tell you what to feel. But at the same time, I'm not asking how old the other boy was because I really don't want to have to think of a response if that number comes in under about 11.
But this, for some people, is bigger than how any one person--or, in the end, any voter--feels. Society has found a way to be--superficially, at least--an equal-opportunity discriminatory. If, God forbid, your lovely wife should be stricken with some horrid disease, you would at least be able to visit her in the hospital, and hold her hand and tell her everything will be okay when the need arises.
Macho, sexist conditioning only brings out the gayness in gay people. Put a closet gay in the company of spiteful traditionalists, and you won't see the gayness surrender; rather, for lack of a better term (or the inclination to find one), you'll see a hardening of resolve.
By the way, if a woman invited you for coffee--and here we can disregard your marital status, as it wasn't a factor in all your listed experiences--and started masturbating in her kitchen, would you bolt? Would you at least be a little more polite on the way out the door? Would you have played doctor in the tree with a girl?
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° heavy metal - Funny story. It's the way of Catholics, I guess. I skipped half a day once, a day after storming out of my first-period bioethics class the day before in an effort to avoid throwing the mother of all tantrums all over a friend. So five classes missed, total, which rings to the tune of twenty-five hours in detention. However, to keep the story short, I managed to confound school officials by simply telling the truth about the half-day and forgetting to mention the one period spent in the library reading Neil Simon. I honestly had forgotten it by that point, all things being equal. However, the magnitude of my excuse was such that I got passed up the ladder until I was sitting face to face with the priest in charge of keeping us all sane. He asked about my friends; I mentioned one of them, and he showed concern. "How is ____?" he asked. "I've worried about him since he started listening to that demonic music." Whoops. He was a country boy until we got 'hold of him. I didn't cop to that, although I doubt the fact was lost on this particular priest. It's nearly one of those "had to be there" moments, but with all else going on at the time, the bit about heavy metal strikes me funny to this day.
° rescinding civil rights for gays - Let us be clear: Measure 9 aimed at all civil rights, and started over a goddamned library book. A similar measure in Colorado, called Amendment 2, passed and was shot to hell by the courts, which also, coincidentally, marked the advent of what is actually the latest round of complaining about "activist liberal judges". Oregon passed a gay-marriage ban this year. That's about the fourth win since 20-08 for the haters, and the first statewide win in the fifteen-year fight.