Dr.Who
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Here are excerpts from an article discussing Gay, Inc, its agenda, and the real life experiences of a person who lived that in that world for over ten years. They obviously do not represent my experiences. This is a thread about the agenda and not intended to bash.
These are only some parts of the article so if it is not reprinted here seamlessly you can follow the link at the end.
My queer street cred
I was raised by two women in the 1970s and 1980s. When my mother died in 1990, a battle for our house ensued between my biological father and my mother's dear friend, which resulted in six children being traumatized and scattered. Alienated from everyone in the family, I ran away and ended up with nowhere to stay in New York City.
I am proud to say I never had to use food stamps or go on welfare. But to get by, I did some things that I wish never happened.
You see, I had grown up around the gay and lesbian underground community for the better part of two decades and knew the "codes." There was an ad from someone in the Bronx who had a room to rent, and I would need only $350 to move in. I could tell from certain things about the ad (and the fact it was in the Village Voice) that it was probably a gay man who would only rent to other gays. I "gayed it up" with my hand gestures and voice when I went to meet the fellow; he gave me the room and I moved in July 1991, grateful not to sleep on friend's couches or pass the occasional daybreak in Central Park anymore.
I had moved in with an erratic Latin-American drag queen who knew a lot of other drag queens. I cannot speak about them with anything but gratitude, for they got me on my feet, helped me find work, and rallied together the cash that sent me back to college. Their incredible generosity was partly related to their desire to be charitable in the otherwise selfish and morally decrepit world of David Dinkins' New York. Most of them died of AIDs before 2000. I spent the better part of ten years in their world.
David Gregory [a reporter grilling Micelle Bachmann] asks the standard questions fed to him by "Gay, Inc." which is a nickname for the hyper-professionalized gay lobby. Gay Inc. is the fashionable world of Kathy Griffin and Dan Savage: the invitees to galas with congressmen and are the people after whom WASPish narratives like Michael Cunningham's The Hours are patterned. If there is one thing Gay Inc. depends on, it is an ironclad storyline. And that storyline goes like this:
Gay people are just like straight people, except that they were born with an unchangeable attraction to the same sex. They will be happy and prosperous as soon as they accept who they are, announce themselves as gay to the world with pride, and give up any hopes of being with the opposite sex. They can have children the way straight people do, by adoption or surrogacy, and they should never be judged. The best way for them to experience this happiness is for them to know as early in life as possible that they are gay so they waste no time getting entangled in dishonest, unfulfilling relationships with the opposite sex. Therefore children in school should know what homosexuality is and have a sensible way of recognizing it in themselves. They should be encouraged to embrace this as part of who they are and share it with pride.
This narrative delights guilt-ridden liberals. Yet the story above is a fairy tale that falls apart once it comes into contact with a few uncomfortable facts.
cont.
These are only some parts of the article so if it is not reprinted here seamlessly you can follow the link at the end.
My queer street cred
I was raised by two women in the 1970s and 1980s. When my mother died in 1990, a battle for our house ensued between my biological father and my mother's dear friend, which resulted in six children being traumatized and scattered. Alienated from everyone in the family, I ran away and ended up with nowhere to stay in New York City.
I am proud to say I never had to use food stamps or go on welfare. But to get by, I did some things that I wish never happened.
You see, I had grown up around the gay and lesbian underground community for the better part of two decades and knew the "codes." There was an ad from someone in the Bronx who had a room to rent, and I would need only $350 to move in. I could tell from certain things about the ad (and the fact it was in the Village Voice) that it was probably a gay man who would only rent to other gays. I "gayed it up" with my hand gestures and voice when I went to meet the fellow; he gave me the room and I moved in July 1991, grateful not to sleep on friend's couches or pass the occasional daybreak in Central Park anymore.
I had moved in with an erratic Latin-American drag queen who knew a lot of other drag queens. I cannot speak about them with anything but gratitude, for they got me on my feet, helped me find work, and rallied together the cash that sent me back to college. Their incredible generosity was partly related to their desire to be charitable in the otherwise selfish and morally decrepit world of David Dinkins' New York. Most of them died of AIDs before 2000. I spent the better part of ten years in their world.
David Gregory [a reporter grilling Micelle Bachmann] asks the standard questions fed to him by "Gay, Inc." which is a nickname for the hyper-professionalized gay lobby. Gay Inc. is the fashionable world of Kathy Griffin and Dan Savage: the invitees to galas with congressmen and are the people after whom WASPish narratives like Michael Cunningham's The Hours are patterned. If there is one thing Gay Inc. depends on, it is an ironclad storyline. And that storyline goes like this:
Gay people are just like straight people, except that they were born with an unchangeable attraction to the same sex. They will be happy and prosperous as soon as they accept who they are, announce themselves as gay to the world with pride, and give up any hopes of being with the opposite sex. They can have children the way straight people do, by adoption or surrogacy, and they should never be judged. The best way for them to experience this happiness is for them to know as early in life as possible that they are gay so they waste no time getting entangled in dishonest, unfulfilling relationships with the opposite sex. Therefore children in school should know what homosexuality is and have a sensible way of recognizing it in themselves. They should be encouraged to embrace this as part of who they are and share it with pride.
This narrative delights guilt-ridden liberals. Yet the story above is a fairy tale that falls apart once it comes into contact with a few uncomfortable facts.
cont.