Sep 3, 2016
You're called names, yelled at, told that you're a sinner, a pervert, a monster striving to destroy the society, as well as a frilly little lacy thing fit only for doing manicures and shopping for shoes. You long for things to get better. You long to find a place where you belong, a home. And one day, you arrive. You escape from the grim homophobia of the Straight World, find you way to West Hollywood or the East Village or another gay neighborhood.
Open up the closet door, watch out, here I come!
A new guy, nervous, scared, wounded from a lifetime of homophobia, but certain that here you will find friendship and love.
Instead, you are excluded, demeaned, and ridiculed.
Gay men -- your family, the place where you belong -- stare, snicker, and gossip about you.
Everyone travels in tightly-closed cliques, impossible break into unless you're dating one of them.
You're too tall or too short, too fat or too thin,too old or too young. Your chest is too hairy or too smooth. Your penis is too small. Your ears are too big.
I've never been shamed for my weight or size, but when I was a teen I got it for being too swishy, in West Hollywood I got it for having a red birthmark on the back of my neck (of all the crazy things to notice!). In the last few months my age has been starting to cause some "instant blocks" on dating apps.
I've never understood why many gay men are so quick to demean their brothers for a physical trait that they have no control over, as if it is a moral failure or evidence of weakness of character.
You don't get a small penis because you are a bad person or have an inadequate personality. It's purely a matter of genetics. And there's nothing whatever you can do about it.
You can't help getting older. It is a fact of life, not evidence of a moral shortcoming.
If you are fat or thin, you can theoretically go to the gym, but for many people weight management is very, very difficult, a life-long struggle with their metabolism.
It's a form of violence. It sends a clear message that the person being shamed does not deserve friendship or love, should not be seen in public, indeed does not deserve to exist at all.
That's a very strong message to be sending with a sneer.
In West Hollywood, my friends and I never refused to interact with people based on their physical traits. If they said "hello," we said "hello." And if asked to share a friend's boyfriend, we never refused. It was basic courtesy.
This is a new world, but still, there are ways to be inclusive and welcoming without going home with guys you find unattractive.
2. Save Attitude for the rude guys. In public cruising spots, people often give Attitude, pretend not to see, guys they are not attracted to. Again, you can feel rejected a dozen times without ever interacting with anyone. Save you Attitude for guys who make crass, boorish come-ons, and deserve to be ignored.
3. Talk to guys outside your comfort zone. If you usually hang around with bodybuilders, talk to a fat guy. If you like them under 30, talk to a 60 year old. You'll find that they aren't much different from your usual contacts. They have the same desires, dreams, hopes, and fears as everyone else.
4. Find something to like in everybody. The most hideous guy on the planet has something attractive about him. He tells bad jokes, has an interest in Star Wars memorabilia, or he spent a summer in Brazil.
If nothing else, he has survived a childhood of incessant attempts to force him to comform to the heterosexist mandate or kill himself. He's still here. That, in itself, is impressive.
Try someone who does not fit your ideal of the perfect man. It won't kill you, and afterwards, if you still don't like him, no harm done.
6. Reject guys based on social criteria. If you must reject someone, before or after a hookup, say "sorry, I don't think our personalities are compatible" or "sorry, I don't think we have enough in common," not "you're too fat" or "your penis is too small." That is, something that is no one's fault, rather than a physical inadequacy.
The uncensored post, with nude photos, is on Tales of West Hollywood
Sep 2, 2016
O.J. Simpson was a celebrity of the 1970s and 1980s, a football player turned actor.
I didn't know him from his football days, of course, but I saw him in movies like The Cassandra Crossing (1978), Goldie and the Boxer (1979), Back to the Beach (1987), and The Naked Gun (1988), as well as the famous Hertz Car Rental commercial where he flies across an airport lobby.
He was rumored to be gay, but none of my friends in West Hollywood claimed to have hooked up with him; he wasn't that big a star.
On June 13th, 1994, his ex-wife Nicole Brown Simpson and Ron Goldman were found murdered outside Nicole's house.
At the time, model and aspiring restauranteur Ron Goldman was identified as an unrelated passerby, but later he was identified as Nicole's friend, who had come to return a pair of glasses that her mother left at his restaurant.
O.J. was charged with the murders, and for the next year, the "trial of the century" was nearly all we talked about. We heard the defense and the prosecution, knew all of the players in the courtroom, speculated that O.J. had a romantic relationship going on with his houseguest, aspiring actor Kato Kaelin (played by Billy Magnusson in a tv movie).
Kato became a celebrity in his own right, with interviews and photo spreads. Later he claimed that he and O.J. were never close friends. No word on whether he is gay or not, but he was briefly married to a woman, and has a child.
He was acquitted on October 3, 1995, for lack of evidence "beyond a reasonable doubt." A civil trial, where the burden of proof is lower, found him liable for the murders.
13 years later, he was convicted of several counts of robbery and kidnapping for breaking into the hotel room of a sports memorabilia and drug dealer, an incident parodied on Breaking Bad.
I don't know if O.J. is gay in real life, but apparently his father, Jimmy Lee Simpson, who died in 1986, was. The family kept his gayness a secret.
There is a nude photo of O.J. on Tales of West Hollywood.
Aug 31, 2016
I could relate: I was being torn between my artistic interests and my extremely conservative religious heritage (no theater, no movies, no science fiction, no rock music, no nothing but church and the Bible).
And I didn't miss the fact that Asher Lev displays no heterosexual interests. He does, however, become the apprentice of established artist Jacob Kahn, who teaches him about life and love, an interesting parallel to the "coming of age" movies that pair a young boy with an older woman.
Robby Benson in the 1981 movie). The novel follows them from their initial meeting at a baseball game (where Danny's pitch hits Reuven in the eye).
They remain partners to college, where Reuven's Zionism angers Danny's father, Rabbi Saunders (Hasidic Jews believe that establishing a secular state in Israel is blasphemous). He forbids Danny from speaking to Reuven again.
I finished the novel, speechless. An amazing, touching Romeo and Juliet story!
How did a conservative Jewish writer manage to create two touching portraits of same-sex romance?
Certainly not by design. But maybe the gender-stratified world of Hasidic Judaism, where men rarely interact with women outside their families, left a space free of the heterosexist shouts of "Look at the girls! Aren't girls great! Aren't you glad that you are attracted to girls, like every other boy in the world?" When heterosexism stops yelling, gay voices can be heard.
Aug 28, 2016
The Freshman came into Sociology of Religion class ready for a fight. I knew all the signs.
He was Hispanic, tall, broad-shouldered, with short dark hair, dark skin, and a round open face. A muscular physique, but not a football player.
Intense, one of those front-of-the-room hand-raisers. The first to get to class, pull out his notebook, and sit with his pen ready to take notes. And frown with disgust at everything I said.
He rarely interacted with the girls in the class, always sitting next to boys and choosing boys for partnered work. Probably gay. Maybe he didn't know it yet.
There was a King James Bible atop all of his other books, even though the Bible was not one of the required texts for the class.
I knew where he was coming from. I grew up fundamentalist, with three sermons per week that were mostly quoted Bible passages, Sunday school and NYPS classes that were mostly Bible studies, plus extra points for reading your Bible daily and extra extra points for carrying it around so you could witness to the world.
We were told that the Bible was literally dictated by God, word for word, to the human authors. We didn't even call it the Bible, usually. We said God's Word.
Obviously if God wrote it, it had to be perfect, flawless, with no errors, no mistakes, no lies.
If the Bible said the world was created in six days, obviously that's what happened. God would know, wouldn't he?
Methuselah lived for 969 years. Check.
There were 2 or 7 of each animal on Noah's Ark. Check.
Joshua caused the sun to stand still. Check.
This Freshman was just starting his journey. He had stormed into the classroom ready to defend God's Word against attacks, probably planning to win the souls of the Professor and the entire class.
I had to work carefully. I didn't want the Freshman storming out of the class in anger and dropping. If he was gay, he needed this class. Most internalized homophobia is due to a mistaken belief that the Bible promotes anti-gay hatred.
My tactic: don't dispute the literal meaning of the Bible. Turn it against him.
I started slowly, with an easy one: the story of Sodom.
"None of the Biblical writers thought that the sin of Sodom was same-sex activity," I said. "It was a lack of hospitality to strangers."
The Freshman's hand shot up. "What about Jude 7, which says that the Sodomites were punished with eternal damnation for going after 'strange flesh.'"
"Strange flesh, sarkos heteros in Greek, wouldn't mean same-sex acts -- hetero means 'different.' It probably means an attempt to have sex with strangers."
On like that. Leviticus. Thou shalt not lie with man as with woman. Abomination refers to ritual impurity in ancient Judaism, like eating pork or mixing cotton and linen fibers.
Romans: Men burned with lust toward one another. The Apostle Paul was referring to a specific case in which heterosexual men engaged in same-sex acts. He was not aware of the existence of gay men.
Colossians: arsenokoitai and malakoi shall not inherit the Kingdom of God. "Homosexuals" is a mistranslation. Arsenokoitai is a vulgar slang term, similar to our assholes, meaning basically jerks. Malakoi means "soft."
"But it says 'effeminate!' That must mean gay!"
"We need to look at the original Greek manuscripts, not a translation."
"But God guides the hand of the translators, so it means exactly the same thing in English as in Greek!"
And on and on. Sometimes it felt like the class was taking place between me and the Freshman, with the other students merely onlookers.
The breakthrough came when I mentioned the MCC, a gay Christian denomination.
"It must be weird going to church when God hates you," the Freshman said, "Singing praises the God who is going to send you to Hell. How can they deal with it?"
I was getting annoyed by his pig-headedness. "They don't think God is a bigot," I said. "Their reasoning is, why would God be homophobic? Or prejudiced against any minority group? Actually, a large number of Protestant denominations agree: Episcopalians, Lutherans, Baptists..."
A few days later, the Freshman showed up during my office hours.
"There are several hundred in the United States. The closest is in Albany. But be careful -- you'll be outnumbered. The congregation numbers around five hundred."
"Five hundred! Come on -- you're exaggerating. There aren't that many gays in the world!"
We moved on to other topics for the rest of the semester, so I didn't know if the class helped the Freshman overcome his homophobia or not (the quiz questions were all neutral). He got a B+, and vanished, like students usually do.
Late in the spring semester, the Freshman came into my office again. "Thanks for telling me about the MCC," he said.
"Did you find your visit enlightening?"
He grinned. "You could say that. I'm dating the pastor."
Hey, these stories can't all be about me hooking up. I do have other interests, you know.
The uncensored post is on Tales of West Hollywood
See also: The Bible, Christianity, and Homosexuality at gaychurch.org