Not me, him. This from an opinion piece by Gary Keely, one of the gay twins who own cafes in London which serve breakfast cereal at hipster-friendly prices. Of course, it’s designed to provoke comment, but also shows how little has changed since the days before smartphones when old queers like me in search of a date had to stand around in smoky bars wearing flared trousers and platform shoes, clutching a slowly-warming half of lager. Internalised homophobia and general prudery still lurks beneath the glossy veneer of our happy new world of same-sex wedding planners and gender expansiveness. So, once again, here’s a link to the only pamphlet you need to read, sadly still as relevant today as it was in 1974 (wtf!!!), With Downcast Gays, written by Andrew Hodges and David Hutter.
“Why I am a homophobic homosexual”
…I was watching a film with my boyfriend a few weeks ago, and in it, there was a story line that featured a gay guy. In one scene he had met and fell for another guy, and like the start of all love stories there was the inevitable kiss, when it happened my boyfriend and I simultaneously let out a screech, “eeeeeeuuuuggghhhh – two men kissing? Gross!” (Source: Gay Times)