By way of explanation, I had to create this login so as to post until an administrator gets back to me about sending my password to my new email addy, or resetting it for me. Hence why I have not posted here or anywhere else in over a week.
I have followed the development of this thread with understandable interest. A lot has been said from a myriad of perspectives, most of which represents legitimate questions/observations and some of which is simply intellectually anemic. So, I think I'll take my opportunity to share my own thoughts and let everyone reach their own judgements concerning where my comments fall along that spectrum.
While I in no way claim to have a monopoly on wisdom when it comes to race/sexual communities and how they understand one another, I do think I can contribute uniquely to the dialogue for having lived comfortably within the ethic and worldview of both white and non-white, gay and straight.
There is a poem by Harlem Renaissance leader, Langston Hughes, wherein he reflects on his own mixed heritage and the questions and observations they uniquely cultivate within him.
My old man's a white old man
And my old mother's black.
If ever I cursed my white old man
I take my curses back.
If ever I cursed my black old mother
and wished she were in hell,
I'm sorry for that evil wish
And now I wish her well.
My old man died in a fine big house.
My ma died in a shack.
I wonder where I'm gonna die,
Being neither white nor black?
Most of us can probably point to some area where we have operated within and been accepted within two different subcultures that traditionally generate competetive, if not downright antagonistic, dialogue between them. What we will have found in most cases is that both sides have legitimacy with respect to what they affirm about their own viewpoints, but seem to lack clarity with respect to what they reject in the affirmations of the other side. The result being that both sides seem to talk past one another more often than not, leaving those of us with dual citizenship in both groups to shake our heads and wonder why the world insists on "either/or" realities and is so uncomfortable with "both/and" perspectives that are usually more soundly based in truth.
This is true regardless of the cultural friction being considered, certainly no less true with respect to race and sexual identity. People of color question how white people can bitch and moan about the remote possibility of losing an opportunity because of Affirmative Action or because they are the only group that lacks social support to organize and express group pride. Considering that white is still "normal" and non-white requires an adjective describing it when referring to every American cultural institution except ghettos, rap groups and basketball stars...is there really the sense among white people that there is any overall better group to belong to in America than white Christian heterosexual males?
But then whites wonder how the movement toward justice and equality that has driven this country for the last 40+ years has embraced an intrinsically unjust and unequal ethic of "payback's a bitch, get used to it". How does one speak of justice and equality when one's solutions for reaching these goals involve acceptance and promotion of systemic institutional and cultural inequalities that target white male populations?
Both of these observations are legitimate. But either side refuses to honestly engage the other's legitimate question but impatiently demands that it's own question be answered. Hence, they just continue to speak past one another, all the while using the silence on the other end as proof positive that they are right and the other side just refuses to admit it.
In a like manner, straights wonder why gays fiercely defend their right to flaunt their sexuality in a manner unacceptable for non-gays, but then asks the rest of society to view them as equal and no-different than anyone else. How can someone say in the same breath that gays make great parents for children, but that there is nothing troubling about wearing fetish-oriented, over-revealing clothing in broad daylight on public streets?
On the other side, many gays wonder how straights can even raise the specter of "broadcasting" one's sexuality when they day in and day out provide evidence of their heterosexuality through the course of normal conversation and living. Have these straights ever had to test the waters at work before putting up a picture of their partner at their desk, or had to make the on-the-spot judgement call whether or not to change the gender pronouns when answering "what did you do this weekend?" Someone can say that you are straight within 2 hours of conversing with you in a typical conversation. A gay person typically has to decide whether to "come-out" within that same two hour conversation with every person they meet.
Once again, both sides raise legitimate questions that the other side ignores for not having their own observations addressed.
Lets talk specifically about the issue at hand, Pride Parades. What many straights don't know, or don't use common sense enough to figure out on their own, is that all gay people do not think alike or have the same priorities. Far more often than I hear from straights about the debauchery at Pride, I hear from people within the gay world expressing the same sentiment. Every Pride season there arises within gay communities (notice plural)spirited debate about the necessity of Pride in general and specifically about the overt sexuality on display at Pride.
So, what I share here will not be THE gay perspective, merely MY gay perspective. It will however, point out some objective and historical realities that inform different perspectives. As I have attempted to point out up to this point, we tend to talk past one another because we aren't familiar with the shoes in which our opponent has walked that have brought her to her present contrary position.
Three things you need to know about the history of Pride Parades:
1. They arose within a mainstream context (and in response to it)where the greatest threat to gays living their lives was not "gay-bashing" at the hands of homophobes, but arrest and prosecution under "decency and morality" laws that were targeted directly at the ability of gays to enjoy their lives relationally with one another. I am not just speaking about "sodomy laws" that made anal sex illegal, Im talking about the fact that well into the 70's, police could and regularly did raid gay bars and arrest people for not dressing in a "gender conforming" manner, for displaying affection toward someone of the same gender, and even for dancing with someone of the same gender without a person of the opposite gender in between the two. the very first Pride parade in Los Angeles, CA was organized in part by Rev. Troy Perry as a protest against the idea that the public interest was served by preventing gay people from doing ANYTHING, in public or private, that could be described as "gay". The ethos of the parade was a clear statement that "gay" behavior was not going to go away, and that in fact, the more society tried to put it out of sight, the more "in your face" frustrated gays were going to make it from this point forward. The flagrant flaunting of sexuality, the offensive adopting of prudish religious icons/themes into a fetish sexual celebration (The Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence) was not primarily an expression of how the typical gay person acts and what they like sexually. It was an intentional political statement that was seen as being a legitimate and powerful form of civil and social disobedience.
2. The non-mainstream subcultures, wherein out homosexuals found their social and political acceptance, were caught up in the middle of what we call the "Sexual Revolution" that was empowering women, gays, mixed couples, unmarried couples, swingers, singles, etc to stand up and challenge the traditional sexual morrays that drew them outside the box of social acceptability. The embracing of open, unapologetic, in your face sexual expression was the order of the day and completely normal within the subculture that gave support, alliances and a voice to the gay communities.
3. In those days, gay people who were willing to stand up and fight were, by and large, those whose physical and behavioral traits did not afford them the luxury of hiding the closet. The transgendered (known as drag queens in those days), the unmistakeably effeminate, the unignorably flamboyant...they had nothing to lose because they could not hide, so they led the way at the frontlines of the struggle for gay civil rights. Because they were the only ones taking the risks, they got to decide how pride parades and the like were going to look.
At the risk of over-simplification then, these are the roots of gay pride. Like any dynamic movement invariably does, gay pride has in many ways become institutionalized, existing for its own end rather than some as-of-yet unreached objective.
So the criticisms of straight people and many gays is well-founded to an extent. More gays are worried about that next circuit party, that all gay cruise through the Mediterreanean, that next "see and be seen" black tie Human Rights Campaign dinner, than they are about getting arrested for sodomy in Mississippi, fired from a job in Virginia, or murdered by low-lifes in Wyoming. Sure we have some rights that we need to keep fighting for, but the climate and context that we find ourselves in today makes some of those old Pride models antiquated, unnecessary and even perhaps counter-productive to the goals that we still do have to reach.
But the progressive gays, like progressives in every civil rights movement, are loathe to give up the "icons" of the early days of the movement. Just last month I read an article by a very liberal progressive gay writer who lamented that gay pride parades are currently inundated with corporate sponsors, religious church groups, gay conservative organizations, politicians and less leather studded fetish lovers wearing nun habbits. He felt that we were assimilating into the system and losing our identity as counter-culture. For him, and other progressives, its often a more meaningful existence to be persecuted and fighting back than to be gradually becoming mainstream.
Personally, I am the furthest thing from a gay progressive, being the President of the largest chapter of the major gay conservative political organization in the country. I personally think that Pride parades would lose nothing if all the shock value sexuality faded completely off the scene. As it is, there is hardly any of that left anymore except for in San Fran and possibly New York, and of course New Orleans.
My point that I originally made in this thread to Memnon was only that Pride parade is what it is, and it will change as it has changed. But for straights, gays or whoever to allow the presence of a few shock value relics of an older era to be central to their negative thoughts about Pride is frivolous. It elevates a red herring issue to a level where it clouds the many other profitable discussions about the nature, purpose and legitimacy of Pride. I wouldn't mind seeing the ludeness taken out of Pride parades (though I insist that it stay at Southern Decadence in New Orleans so we can have our own Mardi Gras

), but I'm not myopic enough to allow its enduring presence to take away from what Pride still does to benefit so many people, particularly the young, who still struggle with accepting themselves and dealing with less than accepting parents, family and friends.
We have come a long way. And in some ways, critics are right in asking us to re-examine the relevancy of some our traditional structures. But the reality that so many straight people still do not see is that the discovery that you do not fit into the sexual structures that have been ingrained into your head since childhood is still incredibly painful. It is incredibly lonely. It is incredibly confusing. It is incredibly dark. And if you're lucky, that is as bad as it gets. For many it means a loss of home, a loss of friends, a loss of family relationships, a loss of social respect and status within one's favorite organizations (like the Boy Scouts).
Irrefutable statistics tell us that at least 30% of all adolescent suicide attempts have at their core, at least in part, issues related to sexual identity. The fact that every person who discovers they are gay does so as a "First generation" homosexual begs that our larger gay community remain committed to overcoming its natural invisibility (as opposed to ethnic communities)and be visable, vibrant and celebratory. One gay writer writes that straight people often wonder how "the love that dares not speak its name has in modern times become the love that just won't shut the hell up". I commiserate with to an extant with this sentiment. Yet balanced against the possibility of minimizing the length of time a young newly self-discovered gay person feels like they are alone, unloveable, flawed and freakish before they find the new lease on life that Pride and gay communities represent, I have to humbly request that those who are uncomfortable with the "out, loud and proud" model simply grin and bear it and avoid being around it where you can.
I am one of those who has a long thin prism-colored strip (what you call rainbows) on the back of his pick-up truck. When I originally put it on there 2 years ago I wrestled with the decision heavily. In my former life as a minister I loathed the idea of putting cheesy religious things on my vehicle. The concept of reducing something as profoundly personal and powerful as spirituality to a slogan, logo or bumpersticker seemed as repugnant as it did trite. An additional reservation had to do with the simple reality that while I felt and still feel that anyone wanting to gay bash me better bring it 100% and have some good health insurance to back them up, I cannot always be there to protect my mode of transportation from the immature and sociopathic cowardice of some idiots out there.
But in the end, I decided to honor the fleeting yet significant experiences I had had while struggling alone with the realization that I was gay. I knew NO ONE who was gay, and practically no one who would understand or accept it. I can distinctly remember seeing a car with rainbow colors on the back and going out of my way by several blocks just to catch up and get a look at the driver. She was nothing special, but when finally saw her and caught her eye, I felt for that brief moment like I wasn't actually all alone, and that maybe my life wasn't really about to end with coming out. So I put that sticker on my truck against the day that some young person is driving down the street swimming in the same horrific despair and lonliness I was, and then he/she looks over and sees normal ol me in my normal ol pick-up driving along living my normal ol life as an out gay man.
Funny thing, no one has ever done anything to my truck. My friends who originally teased me for putting it on there now do the same thing, and to be bluntly honest...that sticker has gotten me laid several times, it has gotten me out of a ticket and flirted with by a beyond-hot motorcycle cop, and it gets me honks, waves and flirtatious smiles from other drivers every day. From a purely selfish standpoint...one of the best decisions I ever made
As a final thought, I would address some of what has been said with a specific reference to me and my behavior here at bluelight. I flirt not because Im gay, but because Im me. Its the way I was raised. My family were the whistling, cat-call types that most civilized people abhor. But we had fun doing it. When I was chasing girls growing up, I was constantly being told I was not discreet enough, too obvious in my glances, too bold in my comments to women, etc....ya know what, I got laid a LOT more than they did

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As a gay man, I am the exact same way in every way. I see a hot guy, I let him know. If he can't handle it oh well...he'll forget about it in no time with no bruises or broken bones to speak of. My hot friends, I flirt with whether they be straight or gay. I have always made it clear with my straight friends that it is all in fun. I have NO desire to sleep with any person who does not want to sleep with me...PERIOD. I have also made it clear to my straight friends that if they are uncomfortable at all with the joking, let me know and I will cease and desist immediately and not think less of them for it. We all have our personal boundaries. To this day, no one has ever taken me up on that. I have found that with straight guys, particularly those who have not been exposed to many gay guys, if you can crack a good gay joke at your own expense and dymythologize the fear that being flirted with by a guy somehow threatens their own masculinity...they end up being a LOT more comfortable with you and with gay people in general. You let them know by your behavior that there are no "taboo" areas that they have to mind their PC p's and q's about around you, and that there is absolutely nothing threatening about your friendship because you've told him you'd suck his cock in a New York minute and lo and behold...he's still as straight as he was before!
So, Im just being me...for good or bad. It could be that Im a sexually innappropriate freak who detracts from others' enjoyment of bluelight by always noting the hotties and flirting with one or two of them at a time...If so, someone needs to have a one-on-one with me about it and put me in my place so that I correct my behavior. But none of that has anything to do with me being gay or any other gay person out there, on bluelight or otherwise. Its not germaine to any dialogue about gay issues.
Sorry for this excessively epic post (even for me) but Ive been sitting on these thoughts for a week now

Its like that massive orgasm you have after you've been forced to let Big Willy Style go without attention for a while. So now my knees are shaking, my toes are curling under themselves, my breath is catching, my legs are stiff and cramping and Im trying to hit send while my hands tremble. Here goes!.......