A random and I must admit mischievous Google search—the masculine gay male is a fraud—really turned into an eye-opener for me. I was just amazed how many men seem to have bought into this crap.
Masculine behaviour is no guide to sexual orientation, and never has been. I spent nearly two decades as a very high level sports photographer, and if it taught me anything it was that sports—in particular contact field sports—while often considered the epitome of masculinity, are about the most strident expression of male homo-eroticism that exists in our culture. I have long since lost count of the number of times I have seen men cuddling, kissing, gazing into each other’s eyes, feeling each other up, rolling around on the ground, you fucking name it—all on a soccer pitch. And rugby? It’s worse. And that’s what goes on in public—let’s not mention what happens inside the dressing-rooms.
I consider myself to be a straight guy. I find it difficult to touch another man. Okay, a clap on the shoulder or a handshake is cool, well extended out in front, dry and firm, plenty of body separation, you know the drill. But sharing a twin room with an unrelated man? I don’t think so. Getting into a sauna with another guy? It gives me the creeps. I don’t like the way men smell, I don’t like the way they look, especially those overweight, bald ones with football shirts, and I don’t like the way they behave either. All that clubby stuff and hanging around together where there are no women, being gross. Ugh. But sporting jocks all jump into a communal bath after the match, stark bollock naked, without one single woman in there, and act like this is straight-guy behaviour. Pish.
And we know the truth about those fetid forcing-grounds of privileged masculinity, the boarding-schools where buggery is an unstated part of the curriculum, don’t we? (If not, watch the movie If…) I remember one product of that system actually telling me that he and all his friends had been rogered by older boys, and did roger younger ones, silly, all the way through school, ‘But it didn’t make us gay’. (No, it made fucked-up gay homophobes in full denial, that’s what it made, as a cursory glance at the current Front Bench of the ‘United Kingdom’ parliament will show.) But anyway, the fact is that the divide between these temples of ‘masculinity’ and pillow-munching homosexuality is thinner than the walls in a French hotel.
These days I spend a much time travelling. I really love southeast Asia and have a lot of friends there now. Quite a few of those friends are gay, but they’re not gay like these ‘masculine’ Western gays. They’re girls really, who just look like guys. A fair few even used to be girls, but age got them and hey retired. They sure don’t act like guys. So it’s fine; I’m not attracted to them, and if they’re attracted to me, which clearly some are, then that’s fine too. Flattering. But essentially I relate to them as non-sexual-target women. Sort of like your wife’s sister except with a beard. Or maybe your wife’s sister does have a beard…sorry, if she does. But you get the drift.
So the result of my Google search was enlightening. The Interwebz is, apparently, full of gay men who are so obsessed with acting masculine that they actually condemn the girly gay guys, like they were letting the side down. In fact, they are so vocal you can hardly find any of the girlyboys sticking up for themselves. But maybe that’s because they can’t get their computer thingy to work/are too busy on FaceBook/their nails need doing. Or some other perfectly normal girly stuff—like not pretending to be a fucking welder, or for that matter, a guy.
Actually, what it’s all about is our old friend male privilege. The manly-man gay guys want to be girls in bed but retain the male privilege they get automatically if they act all masculine and macho. So they learn the tricks that they need to perform to appear to be masculine men.
The trouble is, straight men don’t learn these tricks. We just know them; fuck it, we invented them. The patriarchal hegemony is our fault. For us, masculine behaviour is not learned but natural. It flows from our sense of self as men, from our gender identity. Sure, it is conditioned by the society we develop in, but we straight stiffs created the mores which govern that society, or at least our forebears did. But we do not study other men’s behaviour specifically to learn it—which, according to their websites, is exactly what these ‘masculine gay’ men do.
You do have to remember, from time to time, that this ‘masculine gay’ thing is under a hundred years old. Sure the Greeks buggered boys, but there was no question who was the guy and who was the girl in their relationships. A boy was a girl till she could grow a full beard, then she turned into a guy who got a boy of his own to bugger. In fact, till less than fifty years ago, the idea of ‘masculine homosexual man’ was a simple oxymoron. So masculine gays have had to invent for themselves a whole construct of social interaction in very short order.
But why do they do it? Are there really masculine, manly, straight men who are sexually attracted to other manly, masculine straight men? Or, as seems far more likely, is there a deal of economy with the truth going on here?
The can call themselves what they like—gaybros, whatever—it doesn’t matter. As one correspondent of mine, herself once a gay male, who transitioned into a woman when she finally realised the sheer stupidity of the lie she was living and is much happier for it, said, ‘Gay men are women pretending to be men in order to have sex with other women pretending to be men.’
Furthermore, all of these gay men actually want a straight man; ask them, it’s true. To be blunt, they want to be anally penetrated by one. They’re really just another variant on a familiar theme, the male cock-hound, but they are desperate—and will do anything—to preserve the male privilege that the patriarchy affords them by appearing to be masculine men.
That’s why they look down their noses at effeminate gays. And, heaven forfend, transwomen must seem utterly pointless to them. I mean, why take a potentially serviceable male body that could fuck them in the arse and turn it into something that wouldn’t and they wouldn’t ever want to anyway? Makes no sense, does it? As ever, everything is reduced to the lowest common denominator—the arse full of cock. At least the femboys are refreshingly honest—it’s clear what they want, they make no secret of it.
But it’s worse even than that, because our ‘masculine gay’ Lotharios are terrified that if they’re associated with effeminate gay men, then they might lose all the male privilege they’ve worked so hard for—and it must indeed have been such hard work for the poor dears. So these gay men are, often, themselves homophobic and frequently transphobic too. They only support other gay men who look and act like ‘real’ men.
The funny thing is, for all their bombast and high ideals of masculinity, they present no threat to the patriarchy whatsoever, for they are its poodles, bought off with the promise of male privilege. They have been emasculated and integrated, to be tolerated by the hegemony as long as they appear to conform to the rules that it sets, and the one rule they must never, ever, break, is that men must always appear to behave like men.
One flamboyant little ladyboy in her high-heels and make-up, flouting socially-imposed gender normativity right up in the air, is far more disruptive, politically effective and challenging to the patriarchal hegemony than legions of these lapdogs.
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