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November 20, 2005

it ain't over until the fat bear sings

Andrew Sullivan touts The End of Gay Culture And The Future of Gay Life, claiming a revolution in how the younger generation perceives themselves and how it will dissolve the instituions whe identify as 'gay' today.

Oh, I don't think so. While I admire his positive utopian outlook, there's still a lot of work to do. Even if we gain complete acceptance and acculturation into some "mainstream" lifestyle, I think we'll still gather together to talk about shared experiences - and of course to check out the hot guys.

It's the closets that have changed, as evidenced by the continual flood of faceless shots on hook-up sites, new gay ghettoes like Fort Lauderdale (tagged as a "cumdump" by Geekslut) replacing the old, and kids saying "I prefer not to use labels," instead of avoiding the subject or denying outright when asked. An unlabeled closet is still a closet. A recent skittish guy invited into my home for a "massage" (What he called sex - we have to euphamize everything here in DC) had to claim that he "didn't do this kind of thing too often" in a city where it's fairly acceptable to be out at work and in daily life. Despite all the visibility and acceptance we have in the media and in politics, there are still an awful lot of gay people out there who can't handle being what I call "out."

With homosexuals still being wielded as a mighty tool by the right to scare the bejeezus out of many Americans for votes, it is still plainly apparent that gays are marginalized by society and by their own. I liken it to looking into the divination font of my morning cereal bowl, where clusters of Cheerios will always gather into groupings of their own. Our gatherings are a litmus test of how we feel today, where identifiable sub-sub-cultures are still forming. Even if the Bear culture appears to tout masculine secondary sexual characteristics that supposedly identify them as "masculine" (read: "like straight people"), it's still a scene borne of the need to gather by necessity. And it's still a kind of drag, described by many as the new Castro Clone look. And younger gays are seeking to gain membership into this scene, proving that there's still a need for identification and acceptance into a non-mainstream grouping of similar people. And most Bears, or anyone in a specific subculture, still rarely interact outside of such groupings.

Copperred Carl once claimed I was "Post-Bear," and I had to correct him that I was "Never-Bear." As I like to say, I'm a hairy fit guy with facial hair who likes the same in other guys. But I'm still gay, Gay, GAY! as the day is long. And as long as gays are still calling other gays "faggots" it's evident that we have a long way to go.

And try claiming we have arrived anywhere between the great coastal metropolises that incubate our safe havens from where we make these claims. There is a lot of ground in middle America where many urban gay writers still fear to tread. It's easy to pontificate from your beachouse in Provincetown or from Chelsea or DuPont about how we are so integrated into society. Can a guy in Rhinelander, Wisconsin try to share a same-sex dance in a mixed bar in the Northwoods without word getting out and him getting fired? Does he still have complete protection under state and Federal law? Will people shelter their children from him on the street as he walks by?

Andrew, I invite you to come with me as my date to my brother's wedding this summer in Western Wisconsin and let's see what you think after that.

Posted by jimbo at November 20, 2005 1:08 PM

Comments

"Massage"? I never imagined you as the asian lotus flower slowly kneeding the fat white whale's back.

I don't do euphemisims. I make it clear up front, that we will be f-ing, and more to the point I will be putting my dick there, there and probably there. If his Log Cabin Republican lilly white self can't hack it, he won't be crossing my threshold.

Mr. Sullivan is, as always out flying kites. When you're rich and the gods are smiling upon you, you tend not to perceive reality.

Posted by: copperred at November 20, 2005 6:44 PM

"All I Ever Needed to Know I Learned from a Bowl of Cheerios"

Catchy title. Do you think you could get about 300 pages out of your bowl. I'd buy a copy.

Posted by: Boo Augustus at November 21, 2005 9:48 AM

See this article by a former professor of mine:

http://glreview.com/12.6-williams.php

I still say, call it what you want, but when you're being gay-bashed, or denied the right to marry because your partner is of the same sex...that makes you gay (or lesbian). If we don't call ourselves something, others will decide what to call us, and that's not a good thing.

Posted by: stebbins at November 21, 2005 10:18 AM

I like using the word 'faggot', on the one hand, for it's ability to stop most of the gays in their tracks. It's also easy to immediately disarm a room full of straight people.

On the other, it's along the same lines as using the word 'queer', or black folks using the word 'nigga'--by embracing the word, you diminish the negative connotations.

Personally, I'd rather be called a faggot than gay any day.

Oh, and Andrew Sullivan is a hack who's gotten too many lucky breaks. His desire to remain a vital gadfly only pushes him into more absurd territory.

Posted by: Sean. Spelled the Right Way at November 21, 2005 10:21 AM

I didn't read Andrew's piece because I just don't bother anymore, but I can imagine the gist of it.

BUT what did your massage guest mean? That he didn't do "gay stuff" too often, or that he didn't do casual hookups too often? I've never believed that bitching about the closet, one way or the other, should obscure the fact that there's a spectrum of attitudes towards sex that may be right for different people. Some can hook up all the time, finding affirmation and fraternity there; for other guys that's soul-killing. Either stance or all btwn can be right for us, but none is any more authenthically gay that the next.

Posted by: Chris at November 21, 2005 11:26 AM

actually I have commented in the past though it may have been from this account: ragazzo@rof.net.

Posted by: Chris at November 21, 2005 11:28 AM

I'm all for honesty when talking about sex. It really helps get people together, and makes for hot sex. But like I said here in DC we can't call it sex or tricking or buttfucking or whatever - we have to use euphamisms! Here's a few classics from this area:

"Kickin' back with a bud" - masturbation.
"hangin' out" - sex.
"massage" - sex.
"mild to wild" - fuck my hole raw.

Anyway, from what I could sense from the guy he was still closeted and meant to impress on me that he didn't hook up with guys too often, as if it were a crime. Judging by his skillz (or lack thereof) he was being honest.

I'm not a slut by any means, but I am honest and open (within boundaries of privacy and respect for the other guy) person about sex. Americans are too hung up on sex issues. So I talk about it. But here in DC if you talk about sex at all you're a 'slut' and if you mention even once you enjoyed getting fucked you're forever labeled as a "monster bottom" - even though most here in this town already are by default.
>; )
Jimbo

Posted by: jimbo at November 21, 2005 11:39 AM

I think it's really called here in DC: "Kickin' back with a 'durban' bud" - masturbation.

Just wanted to clarify.

Posted by: durban at November 21, 2005 12:22 PM

Speaking of bears (and for the record, I dislike scenes, categories, cliques,labels, subcultures), I was watching Goblet of Fire last night (Best. Harry. Potter. Film. Ever!). Fifteen minutes into the movie, seemingly from out of nowhere, the entire cast of a Chi Chi La Rue-former eastern bloc porn movie show up at Hogwarts. I was sure they would have at least turned Ron or maybe Draco.

Posted by: Boo Augustus at November 21, 2005 12:41 PM

Boo...that WAS a great scene, wasn't it? The guy I was with grabbed my arm and almost screamed. And how 'bout that Viktor Krum? Hello.

Posted by: Joe.My.God. at November 21, 2005 1:44 PM

Joe . . . at least it was an almost scream. When Harry takes his shirt off and slips into the bathtub, there were far to many, um, audible gasps/cheers/whistles and applause for my tastes. Come on people, the kid is only 16.

At least wait for Order of the Phoenix.

Okay, now back to Jimbo's real topic above.

Posted by: Boo Augustus at November 21, 2005 2:43 PM

They'll only use euphemisms if you let them.

Monster bottom? I though that's what you call a redneck who drives a Dodge Ram and can't chew tobacco because he's too busy trying to get all the feathers out of his mouth. Which is how I like 'em.

Of course any guy whose first you pic you see is dick or ass has already lost the PR battle. I prefer to disempower the word slut, and use it liberally.

Victor Krum is the fall's new hot thing.

Posted by: copperred at November 21, 2005 2:50 PM

I always thought that "mild to wild" was a euphamism for PnP - shows what I know...

And who died and appointed la Sullivan queenbee, anyway?

Posted by: Andy at November 21, 2005 3:26 PM

Jimbo, there may be hope. See this article:

http://www.newyorkmetro.com/lifestyle/sex/annual/2005/15059/index.html

Once things get to New york Magazine (and its ilk) the end can't be far behind....

ZZ

Posted by: zz at November 21, 2005 3:59 PM

There is also the irony of most "bears" I know being campier than drag queens.

Posted by: sam at November 21, 2005 6:35 PM

Love the blog. Surfed over here from Homer's.
Nice to hear about smart and engaging gay men in the DC area. And couldn't agree with you more about the silliness of Andrew Sullivan. When he opens his mouth I want to have some measuring spoons ready to catch the tablespoon of truth he dispenses (for every cup).

Posted by: danvera [TypeKey Profile Page] at November 24, 2005 9:26 AM