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More reasons to outlaw conversion therapy…
Poor white male trash seldom hang out on campus
Poor Students Struggle as Class Plays a Greater Role in Success – NYTimes.com.
Over the past four decades in Australia, equity in higher education has gone disturbingly backwards, with our elitist yet predominantly publicly funded sandstone institutions remaining tightly closed to most students from the less well-heeled parts of town. The formidable barriers to participation have had a marked effect on people one might impolitely call ‘poor white male trash’. That is, boys from low-SES backgrounds, who are cultured by their parents, teachers and others to contain themselves within appallingly limited aspirations. When some dare to swim against the current and land a place at University, they are then confronted by the cruel trick of a class system that makes every day a challenge: from not being accepted by their snobby lecturers and peers to trying to find affordable accommodation close to campus…
That’s so gay
Words like ‘fag’ and ‘queer’ and ‘pewf’ can and have been rightly been appropriated by us, to proudly assert not only who we are but also, what we are and how we choose to live our lives. However, when straight people try to deride us, even in seemingly light-hearted ways, we should take offence. Being gay means many things but certainly rarely a powder puff skip through any field of daisies…
Don’t call me fag
I love the word ‘fag’…
It epitomises who I am, my freedom and my pride…
Read the post, below, and you will see that it took me years to be settled with my sexuality. That is one of the reasons why I am so vehemently opposed to that army of fuckwits who strive to construct us LGBTI types as being perpetually frail, vulnerable and in need of others’ protection. The best response to stigma, after all, is defiance. This new website, NoHomophobes.com (a joke, surely?) that counts the frequency that gorgeous words like ‘faggot’ and ‘dyke’ are used online and refers to each incidence as indicating ‘casual homophobia‘ (whatever the fuck that is!) serves no educative purpose, other than to remind us of the dangers of victimology.
Can words cause harm? Absolutely! In context, any string of any particular words can cause immense harm. However, to seek to outlaw words and terms that of themselves can only ever denote freedom, and pride, will result in more LGBTI people anticipating and experiencing unnecessary fear and hurt. It will also make more actual homophobes, tooled up and ready to attack with nothing more than a few letters. The discrimination, harassment, bullying and victimisation that unfortunately still characterise the daily lives of many LGBTI people will not be lessened by the NoHomophobes.com campaign…
Tough men take abuse
News that the first priest charged in Australia for failing to report the sex crimes of another priest, has died while awaiting trial, was of much interest to me. Fr. Tom Brennan was the Principal at St Pius X College in Adamstown, NSW, when I was a student there in the mid to late 1970s. He was wholly aware that the now convicted paedophile, Fr. John Denham, was sexually abusing or otherwise tormenting boys at that school. Instead of upholding his legal and moral responsibilities, Brennan strictly enforced silence by punishing any boy who spoke out in complaint. After Denham had failed so miserably, despite his intensive grooming efforts over the longer term, to get me to suck his cock, he at first flew into a violent rage but then, sadistic fucker that he was, effectively outed me to my peers as the repressed little fag that I then was. In that all-boys’ school, in what was an extraordinarily homophobic environment, that was akin to tying a hunk of meat around my neck and throwing me to the wolves.
I think I have recounted elsewhere on this blog what that violence entailed and how it impacted on me at the time, and subsequently. Brennan’s death brings back those painful memories of how I was forced to hide from the world to escape that seemingly never-ending brutality. Many a school day I spent in the peaceful solitude of the Wattagan State Forest, where nobody could hurt me or cause me any harm. And just like that, I can hear Brennan describing me as ‘weak minded’ because I could not toughen up and take the abuse or better still, fight back. I can see him sitting on the edge of my bed with this pained look on his face, wondering, ‘what the fuck is wrong with you, boy?’ The same man who played an enabling role in the sexual abuse of dozens of boys under his care was convinced that I could and should have the homosexuality beaten out of me. If only I could excel at Maths, not English. If only I could play rugby and cricket. This was Brennan’s perverse mindset and is so, so typical of priests of his era.
It took me a decade or more to overcome the fear instilled in me at St. Pius X College and another decade before I could finally be settled that yes, I was indeed gay and yes, that was perfectly fine. The irony, I guess, was that I was far tougher than Brennan could ever have imagined and of course, I was far tougher than Brennan himself…
All fags must die…
It’s no big secret that many Christian Churches hate us fags with a passion. This is not mere ‘uncomfortableness’ with the idea that two men might get it on differently to how your ma and da did it but utter disgust that such men not only make love, but can actually love each other. So when a friend sent me this link to a story about a Salvation Army officer telling it like it is, that is, burn baby burn (in hell), I was not surprised. Christians are as much appalled by the free expression of sexuality as they are by their abject failure to control this most intimate aspect of the human experience.
What never ceases to amaze me, however, is the sheer hypocrisy of the Australian Federal Government, whose suicide prevention policy is heavily influenced by the major Christian Churches. Our government also funds all the faith-based, telephone counselling services to which suicidal people might turn for support. Thus, at once we can have a gaggle of total fuckwits within the suicide prevention industry, scratching their heads as to why gay teens are more likely than straight ones to top themselves, and yet the message coming from the Churches is ‘sorry,’ die fags, and quickly…
The Salvation Army should be held accountable for enacting and inciting hatred against gay men, and for fostering self-loathing in those gay men vulnerable to such abuse. However, this is Australia, and in this country powerful vested interests stay safely beyond the reach of the law…
Soldiers suffering much for nothing much at all
This Wednesday is ‘ANZAC Day’ in Australia, a day on which we remember those men and women who marched bravely off to war and especially those who did not return. For those who did, a necessary myth of the unrelenting war machine is that just as young soldiers must be honourably blown to bits by land mines (or whatever), the damaged ex-veterans must carry themselves with quiet dignity. There is little sympathy shown for any solider who comes home and cannot keep his shite together. That war is necessarily horrific and commonly traumatic are deadly facts obscured behind the carefully constructed facade that these deeply troubled men were already predisposed to their now, demonstrable madness. Moreover, solutions to this centuries’ old problem increasingly hinge on building up young recruits to become even more resilient in the face of constantly anticipating or participating in death and destruction. In fact, perhaps the most bizarre solution I have heard about involves using Martin Seligman’s positive psychology approach against soldiers, simultaneously stripping the war machine of any culpability while compelling those hapless soldiers to simply try harder.
It will not work.
War stinks…



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