Queer Shoulder to the Wheel


Wherein our narrator gets at what is really bothering him.

Here it is, the 21st of December, and the New York Times is running a nice long article about how homosexuality has entered a new Dark Age in America. It's to be expected, really, because no sooner than the courts start granting the queers all sorts of basic human rights than the religions are all up in arms. Queer power threatens the very basis of external religious authority, which is the sexual regulation of the individual. That sexual denial via religion creates the friction (quite literally, Orgone energy) which is then channeled into the psychic basis of faith. Let the fags have their way and religion loses its pathological control over people. Q.E.D. It's what they're worried about, and quite frankly, they should be.

Sorry if I'm going a little fast for you people, but it really is time you started to keep up. Listen: I'm not going to simplify, not going to apologize, not going to be anything but an angry fag who brushed the dirt from his shoes as he left the country. Listen to me, America: You are deeply, deeply sick. You think you're perfectly well, but there's a cancer in you. It's eaten away most of your insides, and I don't really know if I hold out any hope of recovery.

I'm torn. Part of me just wants to wash my hands of the whole thing, and part of me wants to fight like a motherfucker for what I know is right. But right now 61% of Americans oppose queer marriage (according to NYT) and that may mean that W. can coast to electoral victory next year not on his fucked up foreign policy, not on his having made us feel less secure, but because middle fucking america is afraid of queer marriage. Ladies and Gentlemen, the Republicans have found their wedge.

The happiness of Americans has become contingent upon denying someone else the pursuit of theirs. It's disgusting.

And you wonder why I want to leave the country. At least here in Australia I know why I'm being treated as a second-class citizen: I'm not a citizen at all. And whlie homosexuality is still a bit of a curiosity in the bush, it has always always always been a part of Australian culture, what with the penal colony and all. Fully fifteen percent of Australians identify themselves as queer, and god bless all of them. Can they get married? No. Do they care? Probably. But when the day comes, I can't imagine that even John Howard would stand in the way of it. Australia can look to Canada - the one thing America must never do - to see that it's been completely innocuous.

Oh, but I'm getting away from the main point, which must remain America, the stupid. America, the ignorant. America the hateful.

America, the bad years. I know some historian will write that book, someday, setting the dates as 2001 - 2xxx. Who knows; these dark ages could last for two centuries, particularly if America crawls into some theocratic abyss - although such a scenario seems more likely to terminate in apocalyptic conflagration. God and Death, Sex and God. They travel together, they play off each other, and until America gets its pre-Freudian head around that simple fact, there really isn't a whole lot more to say.

America, this is an intervention. You need some psychoanalysis. Your personality has become very brittle. You snap at friends, and sneer at people you don't know. You're prone to paranoia. You've lost any sense of hope. You lack joy. Upon waking up in the morning, the first thing you feel is fear.

And you fear me, America. But why? What has this big, crazy queer witch ever done to you? You created me. My beliefs are the product your crucible. My sense of truth, and freedom, and creative anarchy, why, that's America to the core. But now, as the great experiment begins to produces its inevitable results, you back away. Why, America? Why?

I'll tell you why: because being alone is painful and hard and also the only way you'll actually ever be. So we run to Mommy-Daddy who will help us forget that we live alone and die alone. But Mommy-Daddy makes a demand: we must forget that we do not love alone. Love is the revolutionary act. Love is freedom of Will. And therefore, love must be stopped.

Non Serviam, America.

Posted: Sun - December 21, 2003 at 08:53 AM        

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