"And effeminate behaviour in boys often lines up with homosexuality."
The majority of the most effeminate men I've ever seen outside gay clubs in the late 70s were heterosexual. The effeminate gay man is a dying stereotype and is largely supplanted now by the hyper-masculine gay man, at the gym five days a week (me) and sporting a beard (…
"And effeminate behaviour in boys often lines up with homosexuality."
The majority of the most effeminate men I've ever seen outside gay clubs in the late 70s were heterosexual. The effeminate gay man is a dying stereotype and is largely supplanted now by the hyper-masculine gay man, at the gym five days a week (me) and sporting a beard (I'd die first).
When I was in college and realized I was gay I began going to a gym for the first time in my life, not to be buff but out of fear of attack. In reality, it's never happened. Any time someone was stalking in my direction to "kick ass" he'd get a look at my biceps and pecs and change his mind.
But it was never because I'm gay, which I do not project, it was usually because I yelled at his idiot girlfriend in a convenience store to move her fucking car from blocking both gas pumps.
I have a hard time thinking of "trans" and all its tiresome variants as sexual. A lot of them are eunuchs, psychologically or somatically or both, and it seems like all of them are too attracted to themselves to ever have any desire for anyone else. For all their concern with third-person pronouns, it's the first person that is ever at the front of mind.
When I was a young Jarhead stationed in San Diego, several of us were out and about in town and saw a gym. Fitness freaks, we went in to check it out. There the myth of gay men all being fems died.
"And effeminate behaviour in boys often lines up with homosexuality."
The majority of the most effeminate men I've ever seen outside gay clubs in the late 70s were heterosexual. The effeminate gay man is a dying stereotype and is largely supplanted now by the hyper-masculine gay man, at the gym five days a week (me) and sporting a beard (I'd die first).
When I was in college and realized I was gay I began going to a gym for the first time in my life, not to be buff but out of fear of attack. In reality, it's never happened. Any time someone was stalking in my direction to "kick ass" he'd get a look at my biceps and pecs and change his mind.
But it was never because I'm gay, which I do not project, it was usually because I yelled at his idiot girlfriend in a convenience store to move her fucking car from blocking both gas pumps.
I have a hard time thinking of "trans" and all its tiresome variants as sexual. A lot of them are eunuchs, psychologically or somatically or both, and it seems like all of them are too attracted to themselves to ever have any desire for anyone else. For all their concern with third-person pronouns, it's the first person that is ever at the front of mind.
When I was a young Jarhead stationed in San Diego, several of us were out and about in town and saw a gym. Fitness freaks, we went in to check it out. There the myth of gay men all being fems died.