It’s a little like Mormons everywhere felt watching Julie on Real World, New Orleans.
Pride festivals are now held across the country each summer. Salt Lake has one, and Utah activist groups are now talking about bringing it to Utah County and Provo. It’s a veritable calvacade of clichés… and it’s not for me. “It’s just for fun”, I’m told… “I really need to relax”. But I resent that my orientation has been reduced to parody.
It’s not just in the Pride celebrations… it’s on television, it’s in what passes as mainstream gay paper media, and it’s all over OUT.com, which declares proudly that it is “Gay Culture, Defined”.
Which is sad, really.
Of course, straights have MTV… but it just doesn’t feel the same.
Nowhere else do I see people so hell-bent on self-categorization and self-commoditazion.
Shame on us.
And it’s not just in the self-styled gay media… personals, social venues, it’s everywhere.
“I’m a top, what are you?”
“I’m a cub looking for a daddy”
“I’m a prep/jock who’s a versatile bottom”
“What are you into?”
The dating scene is less about the discovery of self, it seems, than the matching-up of disparate proclivities… The primacy of sex and of one’s personal sexual tastes seems to be the the defining aspect of modern gay culture, and saying such is just not done. It’s a little like Republicans: the 11th commandment and all that. It’s my hope, though, that with growing acceptance, socially conservative homosexuals will find their voice.
I wish I had more to say than just a loosely-worded rant, but I don’t. I’m too close to the subject, really, to be objective: I’m too angry at all the psychosis that masquarade as orientation… all the self-destructive behavior that’s accepted as a natural part of coming out… of the perverse sense of entitlement that is so pervasive.
If homosexuality isn’t immoral, we have a strange way of showing it.