Homonormativity is a virus July 2014 GScene Magazine
Hang
on, what’s all this about using wet wipes on homos? Agh. According to research
somewhere in Eastern England last month (or the month before, sometime), the
heterosexually defined needed to cleanse themselves when they were in any
contact with a homosexual. Why didn’t I think of that? Because, maybe we are of
the same filth.
Let
me explain, firstly, I’m not at all knowledgeable
in any of this. I lied myself though one degree and bought my PhD online from
the University of Throckmorton, Texas (best $300 I’ve ever spent). What I can
gather in between bumps of K, is that a few spotty straight identifying
teenagers were asked for their reactions if they had to
borrow a phone from a gay man and they said they’d rather wipe their arse with
it. And? Then some Spanish students were asked would they rather accept a
pencil or a Wetwipe in the same circumstances. They chose to wipe.
I
still have a problem with, for example, Latin cultures and the proliferation of anti-gay
sentiment through the Christian scriptures handed down by closeted priests
to underpaid and overworked parents. My parents were almost the same but northern white-trash Catholics. I’m sure, like my parents, they thanked god
daily that both school and the church (which were comingled) existed so that
they could get the kids off their hands and earn some money to feed the little
sods. They had no thoughts about social complexities and homophobia, they
assumed that their kids were straight because they themselves had never met anyone gay.
Then
some Polish students were offered the same test and, front to back, wiped away. Ditto the
above but now with the political ataxia of communism thrown in. Yet another
‘Homophobic’ doctrine tossed at parents who have missed the modernist boat of
social reform. Probably this is why their children are choosing a British education
in the first place.
"Metastasizing through the rhetoric of their leaders into
the ears of children"
It
seems pretty inconclusive on a conscious level; the parent cultures embedded
identities in political doctrine and the church - despite any heteronormatvity
or homophobia thrown in - have influenced their own children’s fear of the
queer. Nothing else. Metastasizing through the rhetoric of their leaders into
the ears of children.
As
a sometimes fellator, sometimes drug-fuelled top, sometimes prizewinner in
local Macramé contests, I will not take any of this seriously. After all, I’m
sure most of these badly-formed students who are rich enough to leave their
motherland for a cheap English education, are in for a rude awakening. Losing
that deep entrenched primitivism is bloody hard work. I know it; I come from a
good, solid British working-class culture whose parents never read a book and a
place where a hippie told me not to say the ‘N’ word when I was fifteen.
When
it comes to issues of contracting HIV from phones and toilet seats, actions
speak louder than words. I’ve snogged all of my positive friends, even when HIV
didn’t have a name. And let’s face it Diana kissing the AIDS patient did more
for the love and care of the ‘soon to be dead’ than any of Thatcher and
Saatchi’s AIDS campaigns ever did. Any studies around this are moot. In the
so-called, most 'primitive' societies of central Africa with all the western
strangulation of expensive medication, they have no choice but to use the same
equipment as the dying. These messages are still sent through idiot parents,
cultures, religions and political doctrines, where the homophobic slurry still
seeps.
I
think the most fascinating theory, the reference for which I’ve got written on
a Post-it near the cat tray and can’t be arsed to get at this point, is that gay men collectively
think we’re all a bit 'ikky'. Gay men will always think that, we love it. The
one remaining right we have is that we can be judgmental and laugh it off. I know
groups of gay men who pay handsomely for some of the ’filth’ that we are
supposed to do to each other. No social meaning involved. And some of them
don’t even wash their hands afterwards before calling for pizza.
As
Bifuria D’sconza recently said, “When everyone realised it’s white, straight
men that have screwed up the planet; everyone else - faggots and clown faces
too - grouped together to knock those assholes down. Sista - Homosexuals ain’t
the problem. White, male, bankers are. And the governments that feed them too.
I thought everyone knew that. Where you been livin?”
Some
friends of mine just love waking up in their own vomit after being dragged,
face down out of Legends at 3 AM. They
go back again and again and who can deny, what is to them, such an important part
of their identity. How many times have I ended up in a piss club and sobered up
with the texts from friends the next day calling me all the dirty scrubbers
under the sun? How many times have I just laughed at such filth and got on with
my daily, unconscious homo existence. We don’t scorn ‘filth’, we accept it.
Because, as Lola once said, ‘that’s just how we are’.
Filth,
like homosexuality, is not a mutable platform for the degenerates and there is
no way we can bend – whether the Nazis are pounding at the door or not. To
suggest that we can change decries the fact that all those queers killed in the
Holocaust had some form of choice in the matter to 'man up.'
Here
we have spelled out what homophobia isn’t. It’s not about gender policing or
anything else. It’s about
getting rid of essentialism within political doctrines and religions spewed
from the primitive masses and the conservative men (hang on, they’re the
bankers aren’t they?) and replacing it with homonormativity, its’ sworn sister.
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