Does it actually exist? The only thing that binds people in gay bars is that they don’t have sex with women. Otherwise, they have as much in common as any random crowd in the street. Unlike Blacks, Asians, the disabled or women there is not a single cultural or physiological trait that unites homosexuals into a group, save the preference for certain ways of disposing of bodily liquids. That is more a hobby than a valid identity. The public image of flamboyant prancers in feather boas and skimpy underwear reflects the lifestyle of but a loud minority of attention-hungry extroverted queers, the so called scene.
Homosexual identity is as valid as heterosexual identity. You don’t hang out with other heteros just because you prefer sex with women – unless it’s a singles bar or a swingers party. Same applies to gays: they get together when they crave a cock. At all other times they have as much common ground as any randomly picked heterosexuals.
Constructed as a tool to fight for the right to have sex with one's partner of choice, gay identity now backfires at the average homosexual Joe who has nothing to do with the perceived public image of his fellow cock-lovers.
The most admirable concept of sexuality can be found in medieval Japan before stale Victorian prudery arrived there in the late 19th century. Having no biblical story of Sodom to refer to, the Japanese treated sexuality as a whole - there was no subdivision into heterosexual and homosexual. Any genitals-related activity was just sexuality, a practice, not an identity. The only taboo and persecuted practice was sexual violence and coercion. Instead of pigeon-holing every minute deviation from the missionary penis-in-vagina procreational standard, Japan embraced sex in all its manifestations. Perhaps, a lesson to learn for the West.
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