Friday, August 22, 2008

The Face of the Closet

PhotobucketImages of gay men, used by the media, often lean towards the shocking and illicit. If you've seen media coverage of gay pride events you've definitely seen your fair share of scantily clad men, thongs, and feathers. Fictional portrayals of gay men are often just as over-the-top. Jack from Will & Grace, or the boys of Queer as Folk present America with either swishy nancy-boys or promiscuous, cock-hungry, young and greased-up hairless twinks on the prowl.

The reality is that the gay community is as diverse as any and that for every circuit boy dancing shirtless in clubs throughout our country's big cities there are fathers cuddled up on the sofa watching Dancing with Stars after putting their kids to bed.

And for every wholesome, well-adjusted gay man and shirtless twink or twink-obsessed queen, there are the men who live in the closet and are haunted by its demons.

Some of them serve in the United States Senate, but most are probably trying to get by living a "normal" life in America's heartland. They've been admonished by their clergy, scorned by their neighbors, and isolated from their families... probably before they turned 12 years-old. Eventually, they married a woman and tried to live that life they were told God had laid out for them.

The problem is you can't change your diesel into a hybrid just with a new paint job. If you are born gay, you'll find the urge, the need, the attraction unavoidable.

Thus the pain of the closet.

Governor James McGreevey will tell you all about it, if you buy his book. I imagine, after his Senate career comes to an inglorious end, Larry Craig will have a few choice words as well. For centuries, closeted gay men have gone to extremes to meet the carnal needs ignored at home.

In Huntsville, Alabama, local police found 22 men trying to meet those needs in a public park. It's an old story. The Associate Press probably can provide newswriters with boiler plate copy. I would never defend acts of public sex, and it is not my intent to encourage extra-marital sexual behavior. Furthermore, there is no evidence in this article that helps a 20-something Angeleno know for a fact that these men were living a closeted lifestyle. What I do get from the story, because it spices up local news and gets ratings, is addresses and photos of the alleged sexual deviants.

The first thing I notice is that these aren't pics of the hardbodies at Equinox West Hollywood or the rough-trade leather daddies of the meatpacking district. These are men that would likely blend in well at a John Deere tractor auction, if not an Alabama GOP Organizing Meeting.

No matter how much the media, our enemies, or even our friends, want to paint the gay community with a broad brush, they will continue to fail so long as they don't recognize that we are all very different. If we can't be wrapped up in the simple hate-filled code language of James Dobson and Pat Robertson, it might be hard to land those punches that Jimmy and Patsy hope will knock us out.

The 22 men are slimey. But they represent what happens when shame rules your life. What is rarely addressed when we (as a country) tear down a Larry Craig or Ted Haggard is what conditions pressure men (and women) into living a dangerous, lie-filled life. The lesson of these 22 mugshots continuing to live in shame.

Thresher Shark

This is what I saw last night on an early evening dive at Redondo Beach:

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The common thresher is harmless, but amazing. Conditions were perfect and we had amazing visibility. The shark was about 4 to 5 feet, not counting the wicked tail.

Taste in Men

Because I clearly have HORRIBLE taste in men, like Laura Bush-horrible, I find the criticism of Michael Phelps interesting. Commenters on the gay blogs call him "ugly," "foul," and "over-hyped."

He's the greatest Olympic athlete of the modern era. He has more gold around his neck than Mr. T. And his mom, my lord, his mom is amazing. He's got an amazing body and a great, warm smile.

And sluts* like Amanda Beard say trash like this:

Eww, that’s nasty... Come on, I have really good taste. He’s really not my type.


She was interviewed by an Arizona shock-jock.

"I have never, ever hooked up with Michael Phelps," Beard said via telephone from Beijing on the "Johnjay and Rich Show," which is broadcast on Kiss FM 104.7 in Phoenix.

Beard, who has bared all for Playboy and appears in a sexy ad for PETA, also said she has never even kissed the 14-time Olympic gold-medalist.


I have no doubt she hasn't kissed Phelps, but I imagine his discerning taste might be more of the reason. Or perhaps, maybe, just maybe, not every Olympic swimmer has hooked up with every other Olympic swimmer.

I know Amanda Beard's boyfriend and I have to tell you, he ain't all that and a bag of chips. Maybe the greasy stain left on the napkin by the chips, but certainly not the chips themselves.

I love you Michael.

*For this post, I've decided that men or women who allow images of their privates be published in magazines and on web sites are sluts.