eumelia: (bisexual fury)
I'm sure a lot of you heard of this American fellow, Timothy Kurek, the guy who pretended to be gay for a year and then wrote a book about it.

In the article linked above it is stated that he was a devout Christian who grew up "hating homosexuality" and that when a friend of his told him how badly her family treated her when she came out as a lesbian he got the bright idea of "pretending to be gay" and essentially living as a gay man for a year.

Basically, to see what it was "actually like".

I find myself angry at this man.

I've been sitting on this story since yesterday and I'm angry, so fucking pissed, that the underlying assumption of the various articles that I've read about this guy in the mainstream media is that is guy is brave. That the fact that he had to deal with being called the other-fucking-f-word is this big huge hurdle that he had to overcome in order to view gay people as human.

Well, cry me a river.

I mean, this guy had a choice. He made the choice and the consequences he had to live with were temporary.

I'm supposed to be amazed that this guy discovered other Christians in the gay community in the South of the United States? Is this a joke? Gay Christians, gay Southerners, men and women who are not straight have been shunned for decades and have made their home there for decades, by creating a community this guy infiltrated because he couldn't conceive that these men and women were actually human just by the virtue of their existence.

No, he had to "walk among them", because in the end, for this guy, it was an anthropological experiment, one he's now cashing in on by publishing a book (all earnings go to an LGBT charity, of course, of course) about his experience as a straight man in living a gay life.

How exotic.

How special.

How appropriative.

We've been telling our stories for decades, for centuries, not all these stories are mine because I'm a woman (and not American), not all these stories are theirs because they are men (and American), but it is certainly not his story!

Pretender was never a better title.

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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on me...an adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.

*KABOOM!*

-"V for Vendetta"

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