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gay hyprochrisy is alive and sickening by chris madoch

Something of a gender wars veteran myself- I have the scars to prove it but more of that later, I do in fact eschew conventional weaponry and have a rather queer heart. So, praise where praise is due. I congratulate my heterosexual parents. Were it not for my late father’s predilection to engaging in physical intercourse with my late mother [post second world war] I would not be here, as irritatingly queer and obnoxiously honest as I know I am. I have never been under any ghetto inspired illusion that the GLBT community does not need the straights to celebrate their heterosexuality by breeding. I say- breed on massively up the duff. Happily for me, they breed a pretty constant percentage of queers. Three cheers for them.

Yet, propagandised into being compulsive consumers, hets also [like most queers] buy heavily into brands, brands manufactured by a global cabal of brand minded capitalist giants who never miss a trick. The pink pound, or gay pocket billiards market, is one trick they have long openly embraced and indeed still kiss in public like all consenting adults should be allowed to do. This homosexual [made heterosexual friendly] niche is easy pickings for them, rather like the lazy blood-sport of fat-cat bankers fishing in an overstocked lake of cockcentric carp.

However, what for me is far far worse, is that the sausage-jockey entrepreneurs of the GLBT community purr along with the obvious sickness of it. Indeed, swervacious traders transparently profit from the hypocrisy of supporting a brand that promotes a myth, a lie, a play-dough paradigm of a certain kind of sexual bent made just palatable enough for the majority of society to swing along with, use as a labelling tool willy-nilly and fiendishly profit by. Milk would curdle in his grave. Stuff it.

Unsurprisingly I loathe the brand’s keyword ‘Gay’. I am not in the least gay- I am educated- yes, knowledgeable- yes, and hence, understandably, an often miserable human being suffering from MDD, a suicidal creature who happens to be a queer, bent, homosexually content. Let’s be plain. I do dick and all the rest of it- don’t you dare pretend an innocence of all the many variable ins and outs. The ridiculously small but largely misunderstood word ‘gay’ barely stretches to describe a half of it. Besides which I’m a very left-wing, wobbly atheist, anti-papist, anti-faithist, misanthrope. You go figure.

Not many moons ago the leading UK gay glossy attempted an attack on ‘gay hypocrisy’- the tacit agreement that is, that we queers are not what we are but what society at large perceives us to be; that plus the degree to which we persistently lie to prop up this preposterous het-engendered convention. By this creed, to be gay is to be atypically sensitive, creative, artistically inclined, domestically refined, body conscious, gym addicted and afflicted to the pleasures of sexual perversions to which society has scant aversion so long as all the publicised adepts at sodomy, buggery and fellatio are ripped, stripped of hair, oiled, air brushed, clean living, monogamous and between the ages of eighteen and twenty five years. Impossible. Unworkable. How very very weird, totally off the mark, not very smart. The truth is, as you may have feared, a lot queerer than that. Take the side issue of fat.

In the self-same edition of this shiny organ of the GLBT publishing giant Millivres, they had a motoring article which featured the latest ‘fat’ beast from the new Germanic range of Bentley sports vehicles- an obscene and unnecessary indulgence at any time but particularly in the current climate. The phenomenal ‘fatness’ of the cars performance was described as being at odds with the iconic Gay template- of boy bodied twinks, muscle marys, the David Beckhams of this money crazy world. They suggested that the large car’s ‘fatness’ would not despoil the very model of a gay man but rather enhance it. None of this was irony. The magazine’s sensitivities always fall short of a proper appreciation of irony. It’s front cover is relentlessly graced by the ubiquitous half-dressed beta-male type, smiling like a May Queen who has recently received large amounts of cosmetic dentistry, and the back pages [approximately half the product] are given over to advertisements that buy into the obvious ‘gay’ dream from Civil Partnership Planners and divorce lawyers to lonely hearts and high definition porn DVDs. Indeed, ‘dream’ rent boys, censoriously referred to as male escorts, deploy their wares there with blatant reference to the size of the packages on offer. The fiscal revenue from these pages is what keeps the whole joke afloat. All this flies in the face of the hidden reality. This deliberate defiance of the ‘gay’ community in its relentless exhibiting of dishing sustenance to such obvious untruths has become the most contentious GLBT issue of the day. Whoopy do! Queers are far more diverse in every imaginable way than could be contained by the patronising label ‘gay’. Maybe now, in the midst of capitalist crunch time, it is the opportunity for common sense, honesty and clarity to prevail. I try to do my bit.
No way do I fit the template, nor do I harbour a desire to. For me, fat is the new black. I have no superficial, cosmetically inspired illusions about who I am- I’m a queer man with an XXL figure, almost sixty, the latest in a long line of white niggers. I don’t look in the least ‘gay’ but hey, I’m a sexually active, hairy, portly beast, live with the concept it.

Yes, apart from the strong possibility of your acne ridden son being one, homosexuals are more likely to look like your paunchy dad or silver-haired granddad than your younger jail-bait brother or suitably effeminate distant nephew. I was once married. I bear the scars. Unusual for a queer I have a rather large gene pool- three daughters, eight grandchildren [four boys, four girls]. Yes, you work out the odds. My beautiful sex obsessed ex-wife has re-married. Her husband is transgender male to female, Jewish, a former soldier, night-club bouncer, son of a London cabbie. They live as a lesbian couple. The wedding involved matching meringue couture- all the bells and all the whistles ably assisted by the neat legality that one of the brides had a birth certificate that deemed she was a marriageable he.

This is the trouble with the committee constructed paradigm, only clones, the brain dead and the fashion infected pathetically fit it to a tee. I share my present life with a man, have done for the past twenty six years [compare that with the average lifespan of a straight union] and we are inseparable, Civil Partnered and sorted. We would not claim to be married, why would we want to? We would not claim to be monogamous, why would we want to misrepresent our lifestyle with an obvious lie? We enjoy a conditional open relationship, the major condition being that we wholeheartedly enjoy our conjoined lives in which, unlike married couples, we hold enduring power of attorney over each other. How’s that for trust? God being in absolute absentia. We have no aspiration to mimic in any way the rigid role-play and social enslavement that parades itself as heterosexual marriage. In our longstanding relationship there is no repression, oppression or censorship. For those of you who have already assumed the worst, neither of us has HIV or any other STD. Dwell on that if you will- it begs serious consideration as well as your unqualified congratulation.

Sad to say, some of my Californian friends have got their weird knickers in a twist and appear to be obsessed with wanting exactly what heterosexuals have got- ritual on tap, sanctified marriage, regardless of what flavour of religious bent, and an enduring right to parenthood. Are they mad? With such commercially branded things come certain kick-backs, remarkably short relationship longevity and an unending responsibility for the nurture of dependent but ungrateful kids who, in general, will reject all notions of reciprocal love and mutual symbiosis. In my opinion these precious politically correct ‘gays’ are borderline insane, yet more victims of a greedy need culture of want, must have, will have. [These people voted in a married into the Kennedy clan, homo-allergic Austrian born, body builder, B Movie has-been as Sate Governor. I never forget that, if an independent country, California would rank amongst the top five economies in the world. Be very scared.]

Peter Mandelson- a British politician more in and out of power than any of the current crop of UK ministers, is a homosexual; not limp-wristed but quick-witted, with the skin of a rhino rather than the expected faggot complexion of a left-wing fairy. He, above all, is a proven survivor, the wiliest of pink foxes, though maybe his current brief is a risk too far. This queer with a peerage is charged with steering British business interests out of the mire confessed from the lower bowels of our distant cousins in the land of the brand Obama. It is one hell of an ask and if he fails, I have no doubt, it will be his sexual preference that will be put to fault by the neo-fascist Sun tabloid. In point of fact, this cad of a lad’s been landed with an inbox of vipers yet is all but a whisker away from being our second ‘out-of-step’ Commander-in-Chief. Cometh the hour, cometh the man- the shirt lifting man. He’ll dress better than the current model, show altogether more poise, smell of Calvin Klein and make guarded references to the interiors at Number Ten.

It remains somewhat uncomfortable for my often wayward daughters to entertain their inner conflicts with the picture of a 25 stone man, shirt-off, happy on a cocktail of Es, Vs and booze, strutting his stuff to disco-processed Abba at three in the morning, but there’s the truth of it. He’s hoping to pull. They’d probably feign horror at the fact that friends of ours now Civil Partnered met at a cruising ground- a place where queer men meet undercover of dark and park foliage for sex with strangers. This arrangement considerably pre-dating the first occasion on which the word ‘dogging’ fell from a stand-up comic’s lips. It doesn’t faze me in the least. It doesn’t throw me to know that The Terrence Higgins Trust- a charity devoted to the prevention of HIV, has volunteers on paid expenses situated in such places dispensing apt literature, free advice and strong condoms. You don’t like it though do you, because it has the ring of truth about it not the candyfloss pinkness of the ‘gay’ branding you are accustomed to.

Finally, writing as a Poet, I wish dearly for the next elevation of Lord Mandelson, not just for the headlines, but also in order that the word ‘gay’ may, at last, be returned to its rightful place amongst Keatsian poetic nicety- a fey, almost botanical way of expressing fleeting happiness. But languages evolve at a faster pace than mankind and I’ve been somewhat desolate to find that the hoodie generation has assigned two meanings to the word gay- one is the obvious but the new translation is very akin to NAF or shite. Is it possible that Millivres might feel conscience bound to do the right thing and re-name their flagship magazine NAF Times? No chance- well, about as much chance as Mandelson making it to Primeminister. It’s such a bummer to be so close and yet so far away. Gay hypocrisy is alive and sickening and, much against my wishes, so it will stay.


Chris Madoch is a regular correspondent and featured writer for Tant Miuex on Cyrano. He is also Editor of our GLBT section.

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Reader Comments (11)

I may banish the word 'gay' from my vocabulary for infinity after reading this insightful & brutally honest article by Chris Maddock...or should we say MadCOCK!!....and I imagine it to be black or a darker shade of purple...certainly NOT pink!!

This gentleman throttles the neck of the atypical & familiar stereotypes which abound in the media.Well now we can lay them to rest and move onwards & upwards!

I myself have fallen in lust with some of his genius prose....'cockcentric' and 'sausage - jockey entrepreneurs' got me hot & bothered.

February 26, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterKerrie Miller
Thank you very much for the information which was put in a very readable and concise manner. A very enjoyable read. Thank you again. I cannot help wonder though if the hypocricy you correctly described, cannot be associated with almost every aspect of our lives. Especially in social settings where norms and the media play such an important role in shaping our perception regarding so many issues. I believe that the hypocricy you described can be attributed to many other factors than just one's sexual orientation. How has society set the terms on what is a desirable figure for men and women of all different ages? How has it termed what is appropriate grooming or how has history depicted the changing nature of our varied beloved relationships? I believe your beef is directed towards social and cultural norms more than just people's perception of what homosexual aught to be.I agree with you that generalization of any group or persons into one mold is indeed ignorant and wish for your life that future writings will have a happier tone because we all would be ungay if we focused on just the existance of hypocricy in our world. With cheers and blessings. Lili
February 26, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterLili
I hate labels of any kind because not only do they trap other people into a box they are never allowed to get out of... but they have a way of trapping ourselves into thinking in a limited way about ourselves as well. Not healthy in the long run... because as your article so wittily points out people are very complicated creatures. No one hetero, bi or queer, as you like to use,is the same. People are vastly different and unique. It should be celebrated not stamped out.

Thanks for your brilliant prose and insights. You've given me more to think about when it comes to "gay rights"... etc..
February 26, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterChristina Brooks
The terms 'gay, straight or breeders' are, unfortunately, used with negative connotations. Here in Canada 'gays' are allowed to marry and divorce just like everyone else. Problem I see is that some 'gays' refuse to see that their as beautiful as they are free. They continue to be an army when one is not needed..they war when there is no war. For those I weep...
February 26, 2009 | Unregistered Commenterdonna allard
A brutally honest point of view whereby Chris Madoch takes a step back while looking at societal norms to capture life in a new and different snap. I agree with Madoch --Gays should not aim for the trappings of a heterosexual society but rather be "labeled" by who they are and on their own terms.
February 26, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterChris Madoch
Just to clarify- the prior comment ascribed to myself was in fact made by Julie Walter. It remains for me to thank you all for reading and commenting.
February 26, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterChris Madoch
Thank you, Chris, for a wonderfully honest assessment of gay/queer labeling and packaging. My sister and her (yes, female) partner of several years are very happy and secure-- but they don't comfortably "fit" the popular media labels, either. As always, you stab your poetic finger right to the heart of the (dark) matter.
February 26, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterDianne Borsenik
Chris - An exceptional read. Yes, there's no reason at all for anyone of any orientation to buy into branding. But people do. Regardless of whether they are het or queer, the majority as some sort of need to "belong" and "fit in" even if it's a counter culture they're fitting into. With rare exceptions, we are pack animals.

I do have to say that I support same-sex marriage. But I support anybody being able to do anything they want as long as it isn't injuring or robbing someone else. And as long as they don't expect me to join in.

Labels - gah! Everyone is labeled, love. To look at the het zines, we're all supposed to be dieting to lose those ten extra pounds (Honey, I got a hell of a lot more than ten extra) and worrying about the right makeup color (Please! I put on the war paint only when I have to), or dressing in what's fashionable for our age (right - that's why I have bleached blond hair and a closet full of magenta and purple at nearly 50), or looking into the newest, most fashionable hybrid (right - touch my pickup and die!). It's all about selling someone something they don't need.

Anyway - loved the read. Don't agree with every word but agree with a good hunk of it.
February 26, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterT D McKinney
Very interesting!! I read this and it was very clear on many points maid Great job! The intellectual combination of this work is outstanding, clearly it was portrayed and delivered in an informative and fun reading.

Keep writing your fellow poet,

Paul Khoury
February 28, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterPaul Khoury
Dearest Chris, Your always blunt honesty has come out trumps again...A much 'needed to be stated' piece of work...Well worth all your toiling over phrases...I am impressed with your words and forthrightness as always..

Belinda Curtis xxx
March 2, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterBelinda Curtis
Hypocrites, no. More like wilful “teenagers”, possibly. In need of an educator with clear authority, as a material, human and spiritual educator, as we all do, definitely!
March 2, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterEdmund Hall

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