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I’m really fuckin’ tickled pink when I read shit like this. George Rekers, especially, is the perfect person to get caught up in a gay prostitution scandal. It’s not the first time, of course, but.. ohhh how deep the rabbit hole goes.

What I love about stories of hypocrisy from hate-mongers, gay-bashers, cross-bearers and the general stench of their associated ilk is just how fucking obvious the whole thing is. Every time another of these scandals pops up, “thou dost protest too much” rings like a church bell through the nation. I hope it continues on. In droves. Just an overwhelming outing of every hair-brained shitcock who stands at the ready of a podium, shouting hateful jargon and belittling innocent people for their lifestyles. That’s what I want.

If this trend continues, it goes towards the most glorious of paths : simply being hateful will come to mean you secretly love it in your private life. Maybe the fight against intolerance has been building up to this all along. Instead of extolling the humanizing virtues of a repressed class, you can instead point to all the people who have stood up to proclaim an ignorant and hateful diatribe against them. After all, if you identify yourself with a person whose beliefs underline your own – only to find out that said person was lying their fucking ass off to hide their “shameful” love and belied the agenda they pushed – won’t you question your own beliefs as well?

Even on a lesser scale, maybe the paranoia that the public will undoubtedly link you with that which you’re rallying against will be such an embarrassment that you dare not say it aloud.

And that’s a beautiful fucking thing.

The Double-Edged Sword of Gay As A Choice

I’ve said this before, though maybe only onstage. If you’re arguing that one’s sexuality is a choice, and a conscious, binary decision of “gay or not gay”, then you have to face the repercussions of exactly what that means. You are saying, in essence, that the only thing differentiating one person from another is a simple flip of a switch. Taking it further – that means you, yourself, sat down in the dark recesses of your mind and thought – if only for a few fleeting moments – about hardcore gay sex that involved you. For just that fleeting moment, you were gay. We’ve all, in essence, been gay at some point in our lives.

I’m fine with that, personally. Cause I’ve got nothin’ to hide. If I firmly believed sexually were a simple matter of binary, conscious choices, I’d just as easily flick the “gay” switch and start swallowing dicks like bratwurst during Oktoberfest.

But, I’m just.. not. This isn’t to give me some inflated sense of pride in how gosh-darned manly I am. Far from it. I have a lot of feminine tendencies and you may have noticed I’m not exactly “ripped”. Whatever part of my brain regulates my arousal is responsible for a general “nahhh… just not into it” feeling towards dicks, body hair, and masculine partners. I’d love to tap into that raw feed and ask it “so, what else will I find out I’m exceedingly turned on by in 10 years?”.

Maybe….

Maybe it’s simpler, though. Maybe these evangelicals have it right. Maybe our sexuality is a series of conscious, binary choices. Maybe, it’ll turn out, hot sweaty man-on-man love is just where it’s at and once you’ve had some, it’s like heroin! Maybe these evangelicals have some secret tome handed down from the ancients that said “seriously, guys? the gay sex is SO fuckin’ sweet. If people get wind of that, we’re doomed. They’ll just wanna fuck each other endlessly instead of praying to zombie jesus and paying stipends to our church. Let them never find out” – and maybe every once in awhile, a preacher gets high up in the ranks and says “really? that sounds ridiculous” and gives it a shot.

And, maybe, he finds out the ancients were right. Assfucking a dude is transcendental.

(and we just can’t have that, can we?)

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