Here we go. Down the road of homophobia, political correctness, appreciating differences, being sensitive to other people, welcoming others into our lives. I could go on .
I can stand up for myself if I need to. Mostly I prefer more subtlety. I don't come across overt homophobia much these days. The world has changed. There is plenty of subtle homophobia out there but it mostly goes over my head. I am nearly old. I did my bit earlier. I am tired and jaded now. Thank the lord, some of my age aren't. I will rise to the occasion if necessary, but I seldom see the need. Others are working hard on my behalf and I thank them and appreciate their efforts.
But there is something in the media that really get up my goat. That is the constant reinforcement that guy and girl is normal and nothing else is to be considered. There was a male streaker at the cricket yesterday. How many times did I hear, 'well, I don't really want to see it', or 'I'll avert my eyes', or 'pity it is not a chick'. Much joking over cricket commentator Richie Bernaud being unsure if it was a girl or a guy.
Other media people saying, when male nudity is mentioned, "I don't really want to think about that"or just "perish the thought", especially if it is an older male. Ha, if it is an older woman, they say nothing. They have at least learnt to shut their mouths in that case.
The Grand Prix is about to happen in Melbourne. This year for the first time we will have 'grid boys' for the ladies, as well as the usual 'grid girls'. Of course the gay media have given it some oxygen. I have no intention of attending the GP, but I will looking out for the grid guys in the media, or perhaps from the window.
Wait, it is grid boys for the ladies only.
I dont' say yuk when I see a naked female. I can even appreciate a female body. Just not my bent.
I know I am in the class of being a significant minority. I can wear that. But does it have to be constantly reinforced in my face?
It happens daily, in all media. It is constant, in life as I live it and in the unreal media. It grinds me down to a degree that being called a fucking poofter never has.
Just because you are straight, or gay for that matter, if a person is not of your gender choice, you don't have to make a bit deal about it. Sometimes the revulsion that straight males seem to have for male bodies makes me wonder.