Let's jump that shark.
Hey You! Stop Being Queer! That's Just So Queer!
I know I'm on thin ice here. Seems anyone that even appears to look like being against the LBGTQ+ thing is a not-woke asshole. No contest ... my ex-wife et al have proven that case. [In their minds, that is.] So, now that you know I'm an asshole you don't have to waste your time trying to prove it.
My net, net on this is this: Just who capped the conversation on "Who am I?" in the frame of sexual preference and "identity"? Who am I? Question for the ages. No? But, who thinks to ask that question? Especially since the loudest voices are in your face all about what you got, what you call yourself, and what you like to do with what you got. Jeez-O-Man!
Obviously I'm not gonna resolve the issue with words. Not in the current overheated political climate. Anyway, my words are directed toward asking the Real Question. Who am I? And, maybe suggesting you look into it a bit more than settling for a laundry list of roles, preferences, possessions, abilities, desires and fears. In other words, all those put on inferences we've piled on the that fresh cake of Pure Human Being what with we entered into this world.
First of all, let me make a few things clear. "Queer." "Crystal Queer."
Here's my point. And, my gripe. Just who the fuck [speaking in the classic, boy/girl, in-and-out outdated(?) sense of the word] got their way, and made it that "Queer" and "Gay" mean that "It's my God-given right to have my own way with what I got and with whom I get it on with ... and, how I get to do it." Now, seems, also wherever I please.
If that's the way you want to be, please. Do. And, I'm with you ... where and with whom you however like to do should not be reason for me to discriminate against you in any way. [Of course I don't want to see "you being you" on the front lawn in front of a picture window where everyone at Thanksgiving Dinner can see. I can dig the kinky, but no need to parade it downtown. ["Downtown." Is that a pun?]
"Kinky." "Sexy" is with a feather. "Kinky" is with the whole Chicken.
Or, like for reals in a small town parade with the whole citizenry gathered curbside to see a coupla guys — gays! — in the back of a pickup truck, one in leathers, bare ass and the other — also all leathered up — with a cat of nine tails whip. Enthusiastically choking the happy recipient, and then faux-whipping said bare-A tuchus.
Queer? Queer? I'll tell you what's queer! "Queer" applied to sexual orientation and preference is a misplaced usage.
What's really queer in being ignorant. Ignorant? About what, you will ask? Who you really are. That. Like I said, if you are in the question, you know from WTF I'm talking about. If you're not, then this'll all come off to you like some homophobe diatribe.
I'll say it again ... Just who decided that identity was about gender orientation and sexual preference. That's a real short sell on what should be a cardinal question in the world culture. Who am I? If you stopped at the gender/sexual preference window, it's a tasty treat; but don't spoil your appetite for the BANQUET.
Not about what you do with what you got down there with what someone else got and where it goes or who says what. Heck, my idea of a gangbusters Gay Pride show is a throng of the so-inclined, on their knees — in leathers, of course — praying fervently to High Heaven with lit candles. On cue, the one next to you blows out your candle. Then, they stick those hot wax candles up every available asshole. Just some good, healthy self expression, in my book. How that fits with the Good Book ... Judgment Day is soon coming, Pilgrim. You think you gonna fuck and suck your way into Heaven? And I'm not just talking to the LGBTQ+ crowd. You "Straights" too. We all sinners.
But, we argue over how best to dance with the devil.
BTW the world is on fire. And, our fearless leaders are pouring gasoline on it. Nothing "gay" about that. Now, that's really "queer".
There's more than enough ignorance of what's really Real and the best we can come up on the subject of identity is sexual orientation? How did that definition get applied to the word identity? Did anyone else notice the slight of hand?
On account of my own orientation as a result of Dr. Ida P. Rolf Method / Structural Integration — my orientation is vertical, in alignment in respect to the dictates of Gravity [not a sex position] — I'm seeing Humanity living out of line with the simple, ineluctable fact of the demands of Gravity ... out of balance. That's frickin' queer.
And "Gay". What's so frickin' "gay" about living below your potential, strapped to imbalances in the makeup of your body that sap your energy and limit your range of performance and creative expression. What the FRICK! is gay about that?
You don't have to be "gay" to know that it's gotta be straight to go in whatever hole you be wanting to insert it in! Is there such a thing as a "crooked gay"? Some say "gay" is crooked. No. Crooked might be gay, but that's "queer" regardless of how you get it on, or how you imagine who you are to be.
In the real sense it's being at odds with the natural imperative to live in balance with the prevailing medium of Gravity. You know the first fish to venture onto land, they though he was "queer" too. I guess it depends on your POV. And, in this post-modern relativistic zeitgeist ... whatever.
Side note: This business of making it the all-about thing about how you "identify"? I get it straight from the Buddha. "That's bullshit." Identity is not who you are, in any definitional sense. Who you are for Reals? Don't stop at sexual orientation. Dig deeper. And, not in a sexual sense. Make sense?
In a crazy world, the sane one is "queer". In a broken world, the whole one is "gay". Not you silly assholes who make a big fluff out of your inventions of identity and sexual activity. And, I'm not leaving out those silly assholes who are burning the world to the ground. Even though they claim "God is on our side", and it's all for the greater good. [I'm investing in stocks that will thrive on sales of rebuilding materials for the what was once known as Ukraine.]
If you are offended or irate at any of the foregoing ... well, doesn't it just prove my point? You're an asshole. Really? Claiming your right to be what-the-fuck ever you wanna be, and then telling me I shouldn't be the way I want to be? Or, say it like it is for me. Really? Wake up! You're an asshole. [Excuse me if my "fist" is too big.]