I am a gay man. That means I prefer the sexual company of other men. That’s all it means, and I’m getting increasingly annoyed with attempts to politicize that. I don’t appreciate some of the groups I have to be associated with in the name of being Politically Correct.
I marginally identify with lesbians, as they are simply the female equivalent of gay men, although I don’t see why they need their own word, when in essence they’re just “gay women.” And it really irritates me when they have to erase any trace of the word “man” from their vocabulary by misspelling words “womyn” and the like.
I suppose I can intellectually identify with bisexuals. I like vanilla ice cream but not chocolate, but there are those who like both. But if he’s going to sleep with me, he better have taken a shower since the last time he was with a woman. And I don’t want to hear about his female conquests.
I have nothing in common with straight men who get off on wearing women’s clothing, and including them in our movement only perpetuates the myth that all gay men are drag queens.
I have absolutely nothing to do with “transgenders” — people who have themselves surgically altered to resemble another gender. You can take all the hormones and have all the cringe-inducing surgeries you like, but nothing changes the fact that you have or don’t have a Y chromosome.
I have never had sex with a woman, and I have no desire or curiosity to find out what it’s like. So don’t even suggest that I try it.
Share
