YOUNG AND OLD ALIKE
by Michael Kirwan
wealth of middle-aged and ancient faggots who have abandoned the
"tribe" aesthetic in order to secure their own realm of "happiness".
This whole idea of melding and merging with the general population, of
imitating their wants and contentments (ie. the "dream house"
syndrome, the distancing off from the grittier aspects of our
identity, becoming oblivious to the possible impending danger to our
very being) is very troubling to me. How can anyone enjoy their
individual successes knowing that everything they have, own, believe,
is imperiled by the insidious activities of religious fanatics who've
infiltrated our government? Maybe it's because I grew up in New York,
I am ever vigilant to the possible threats lurking in the shadows.
I watch the news not to find out what's going on but rather what we
are being told. Here we have a thoroughly corrupt administration
gutting our civil liberties, dismantling our constitutional
protections, reshaping the the national timbre using fear and lies
while the main media outlets (now controlled by the very corporations
busily bribing elected officials) seem to be focused, actually
obsessed, with the idea that cyber-predators are out to snatch the
innocent, sacred, vulnerable children. Everyday, rather than cover the
slowly unfolding tale of how this president and his cohorts have
employed deceit, cronyism, incompetence and private retaliation to
seize more power, the networks are hard at work instilling and
reiterating the evils of technology, sexuality and personal privacy.
I'm astounded that Americans have been so lulled by this constant
drumbeat that they don't object to this blatant manipulation. AND
QUEERS! Queer Republicans! Queer Christians! Queers who DEMAND
assimilation! Ugh! Ugh!
I'm not doing a good enough job of
being a fag!
I was in
touch with Darren Dryden, that supremely gorgeous bartender from
BARRACUDA, and he tells me he's opened his own bar called EASTERNBLOC
on the East Side. I'm so glad to hear about those kind of developments
from my buddies. With so many gay establishments shutting down and
falling into the cultural abyss (I'm told there isn't a single leather
bar left in New York City, the guys are now getting geared up to shop
at IKEA in a group. UGH!) whenever I hear about a new queer venture I
This rush to assimilate and "fit in" and be accepted (frankly, the day
straight people tolerate/condone/recognize my existence is the day I
know I'm not doing a good enough job of being a fag) by the younger
generation of cocksuckers frightens me. They don't seem to understand
that if we don't have our own culture, our own safe havens, that the
general population can of their own choosing exile us from shared
spaces. I's like the bookstores. As Gay-oriented bookstores shut down
and disappear because BARNES & NOBLE and BORDERS are carrying our
titles (although a considerably abridged variety) what happens if they
are pressured by the religious nutbugs to discontinue the practice.
These kids can't envision the possibility of being imperiled. They
don't know about the historic banishment of queers from all facets of
society, the way we can be erased as force of civilization. ...Bored?