The Original One-Eyed (Queer) Chicklet in the (Str8-acting) Valley of the Blind
I live in Australia. Apparently, that means I’m living in the best country in the world, where people are happy, free, good-natured, warm-hearted, spirited, fun-loving, generous, smart, clever, and generally just the best people you could ever meet. It’s the “lucky country”, after all. If you listen to the average Australia speak, all these things are so.
Well, more correctly, if you are a heterosexual, white male, then this is so.
It’s never been so for me.
I was dragged up in Western Sydney in one of the most ignorant, violent, and homophobic environments anyone could possibly have wished for. Add to that the torture (or shall we say child-abuse) of the Catholic Church's education system (daily physical assaults, psychological torment, and if you were super lucky, sexual abuse) and I’d say we have the perfect mix for suicide. Fortunately for me I’ve never had suicidal tendencies (despite an occasional depressive wish to “not be alive on this planet”) otherwise I would have gone the way of several school friends and thrown myself off the Sydney Harbour Bridge for being a “fag”.
Despite this, I had a great coming out experience. I lined up for a week to buy Madonna tickets in 1992, and of course there were no heterosexuals on that line. It took me approximately four-point-three seconds to come out, give or take a millisecond or two - pretty much to the first queer I saw (a funky chick called Tash if memory serves). Thank the heavens for Madonna and her sinewy arms. Unfortunately, I ended up on television news later that night for being one of the first to get tickets, so was kinda instantly outed at school, not that people couldn't already tell I was a "faggot".
So for much of the 90’s being gay meant just that - gay and diverse. We were a happy bunch despite not having legal equality, and despite the disaster of John Howard and his christians in Parliament (not that anything has changed 20 years later with gay-fearing Tony Abbott).
I could be as butch or femme as a liked, as mainstream or queer as I liked, and I could find solace in friends who all knew what it was like to be gay-bashed at school, and ridiculed every single day of their adolescence just for the crime of being alive.
I look back to those days, now that it’s almost 2012, and I just think, “What happened???”
Let me say something shocking. I experienced a lot of homophobia at school and home. A LOT. I thought I’d left that all behind. But now I’m experiencing more homophobia than ever before, and it’s coming from the gay community itself!
I don’t live in the outback or some suburban hell. I live in Melbourne - the self-proclaimed “cultural capital” of the country. Non-heterosexuals are everywhere! And a sizeable number of them is screaming out to the world “I’m straight-acting!”
WTF?
In the last ten years it would appear gay males have become more insecure about themselves than ever. So frightened to be perceived as “gay”. Oh, they’re out of the closet alright - no problem there - but they appear desperate to be seen as nothing but “normal”, and by “normal” I mean “straight”.
Forget the fact they are “normal” already, because to be non-heterosexual is to be normal. Forget the fact that no matter how “straight” they think they act, they will never actually be “straight”.
This is the product of anti-gay homonegativity combined with heteronormativity from the moment we take our first breath to the day we take our last. It’s the product of living in a world where if you’re not “normal” and “with us” then you are “abnormal” and “against us” (thanks Little Bush Jnr for popularising that lovely concept). This is the product of living in a society that demands that all men fit into a narrow spectrum of “acceptable” masculine traits - the epitome of which is the ute-driving, meat-pie eating, sheila-fucking, tanned and muscular “tradie” who doesn’t have to have anything going on in his head to succeed in life because he is just a walking, massive, fat, erect dick that the rest of society will worship regardless.
And now there’s a legion of faggots all determined to be him. Except they’re gay. But not one of those pansy gays ok? We’re blokes. Trust us we’re “just like you”. Please believe us. Please!!!
This desperate insecurity about who we are as men frightens me in its unconscious hypocrisy. It astounds me to think we have come so far so quickly, achieving some semblance of recognition and respect, only to throw it away by hating ourselves.
It wouldn’t be as bad if this was the only face of the insecurity. But the other face of it is the fact that these “straight-actors” not only need to enforce upon the world their “manliness” but they do so at the expense of any quality they deem to be “unmanly”. They have such a long list of what is “acceptable male behaviour” that anyone who strays even 1% from this fabricated norm is derided and ridiculed.
Nowhere is this more prevalent that in the online environment, where so-called “straight acting”, cowardly men can hide behind a screen, with no face and just a heavily cropped headless torso to greet the world, followed by an array of hatred for anyone who does not fit their ideal of a "real" man:
NO FEMMES - STRAIGHT ONLY - MEN ONLY - REAL MAN 4 SAME - MASC4MASC - PREFER MEN WHO ACT LIKE MEN - NO GIRLIE GUYS - NO QUEENS - MAN FOR MEN - NO FAGS - NO WOMEN - I’M A MAN, YOU BE ONE TOO - IF I WANTED A WOMAN I'D BE STRAIGHT
This is not an isolated phenomena. This is happening in gay male community the world over.
The irony is that most of these self-professed masculine males are quite effeminate without realising it at all. I've lost count of the number of times an effeminate male has whined incessantly about how gay some people behave. What they also don't seem too aware of is that if a seemingly effeminate man messaged them online, its really not that hard to say “Thanks, but no thanks” or the more usual action of ignoring the message altogether (charming, right?) My point is, there’s no threat from being messaged by a guy you’re not attracted to. In fact, its kinda complimentary. Yet these “straight-actors” appear to be so frightened that they must SHOUT OUT, profile after profile, “NO FEMMES”.
What they are really saying is:
I AM STILL REALLY INSECURE ABOUT BEING GAY. GAY PEOPLE ARE RIDICULED AND TEASED. PEOPLE TREAT THEM LIKE CRAP. I’M NOT GAY LIKE THAT. I’M ONE OF THE NORMAL GAYS. I’M JUST LIKE YOU. PLEASE DON’T CONFUSE ME WITH ONE OF THOSE FLAMING QUEENS. I’M NORMAL BUT I'M SCARED TO BE SEEN AS AN EFFEMINATE MAN. I'M SCARED THAT DEEP DOWN I AM AN EFFEMINATE MAN AND DON'T REALISE IT, SO I NEED TO MAKE SURE EFFEMINATES STAY AWAY FROM ME IN CASE I BECOME GUILT BY ASSOICATION, OR IN CASE IT RUBS OFF ON ME AND I CATCH IT. PLEASE ACCEPT ME FOR WHO I AM.
I have tried many, many times to discuss this issue with the so-called “straight-acting man”. It is an uphill, rarely won battle to convince one of them that these words are harmful to others and to themselves. Over and over and over again the response is: “It’s just a preference” or “I just don’t like girlie guys.” Not one of them is willing to even conceive of the possibility that they are expressing their own insecurity about being a man.
Most responses I get are a mixture of denial, anger, and ridicule all borne from an arrogant mixture of fear and ignorance.
So here we are, in a situation where a growing number of men have not really done any work on themselves in terms of accepting who they are, and are thrusting themselves back into a closet of their own making in order to feel more likely to be “accepted” by “normal” society as a “man”. And they are doing it by ridiculing and shaming their own kind, and by trying to force the rest of us back into the closet as well. Worst of all, they are completely 100% unconscious and in denial about it.
And this is why I’m left feeling like the original one-eyed queer chicklet in the straight-acting valley of the blind. We owe it to ourselves to become conscious of this self-hating phenomenon. The heterosexuals aren't going to point it out to us. They will simply continue to approve of our mad quest to join their institutions and enact their illusory concept of an innate binary gender. We queers cannot move forward and cannot achieve liberation until we become conscious of how we perpetuate our own oppression against ourselves and against those with whom we share this community.










