My Gayness Got in The Way
*ahem* Well, that post I promised, it's gonna be sometime over the weekend or next week. With a somewhat shoddy excuse, there is an awful lot of source material to sift through and internal monologue creation to do.
So, I bring you a satirical passage from the book A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole. After encountering a young man named Dorian on the streets of New Orleans, the main character takes his gay stereotyping to a whole new level. Ironically, I think his final vision sounds pretty sweet (although it's lacking the lesbians in power, but power really not being existent . . . you'll see)
Our first step will be to elect one of their number to a very high office - the presidency if Fortuna spins us kindly. Then they will infiltrate the military. As soldiers, they will all be so busy fraternizing with one another, tailoring their uniforms to fit like sausage skins, inventing new and varied battle dress, having cocktail parties, etc, that they will never have time for battle. The one we make Chief of Staff will want only to attend to his fashionable wardrobe. In seeing the success of their unified fellows here, others around the world will also band together to capture the military of their respective countries. In those reactionary countries in which the perverts seem to be having trouble we will send aid to them as rebels in toppling their government. When we have at last overthrown all existing governments, the world will enjoy not war but global orgies conducted with the utmost protocol and the most truly international spirit, for these people really do transcend simple national differences. They are truly united.
None of the pederasts in power, will know of such devices as bombs; these nuclear weapons would lie rotting in their vaults somewhere. From time to time, the Chief of Staff, the President, dressed in sequins and feathers, will entertain the other leaders at balls and parties. Quarrels of any sort can easily be sorted out in the men's room of the redecorated United Nations. Ballets and Broadway musicals and entertainments of that sort will flourish everywhere and will probably make the common folk happier than did the grim, hostile, fascistic pronouncements of their former leaders.
Almost everyone else has had an opportunity to run the world. I cannot see why these people should not be given their chance. They have certainly been the underdog long enough. Their movement into power will be, in a sense, only a part in the global movement toward opportunity, justice and equality for all. (For example, can you name one good practising transvestite in the Senate? No! These people have been without representation long enough. Their plight is a national, global disgrace.)
Degeneracy, rather than signaling the downfall of society, will now signal peace for a troubled world.
And for the record, that guy in my new icon, he's a mild-mannered, incompetent, British, Victorian-era butler by day, but actually a flaming gay, transsexual, fanged, chainsaw wielding, rogue Grim Reaper by night. I think he and Moriarty are probs friends.
Oh, if you can watch it, the Tom Hanks/John Stewart interview (not like that, ya pervs) is lovely. So find some way to watch it.
So, I bring you a satirical passage from the book A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole. After encountering a young man named Dorian on the streets of New Orleans, the main character takes his gay stereotyping to a whole new level. Ironically, I think his final vision sounds pretty sweet (although it's lacking the lesbians in power, but power really not being existent . . . you'll see)
Our first step will be to elect one of their number to a very high office - the presidency if Fortuna spins us kindly. Then they will infiltrate the military. As soldiers, they will all be so busy fraternizing with one another, tailoring their uniforms to fit like sausage skins, inventing new and varied battle dress, having cocktail parties, etc, that they will never have time for battle. The one we make Chief of Staff will want only to attend to his fashionable wardrobe. In seeing the success of their unified fellows here, others around the world will also band together to capture the military of their respective countries. In those reactionary countries in which the perverts seem to be having trouble we will send aid to them as rebels in toppling their government. When we have at last overthrown all existing governments, the world will enjoy not war but global orgies conducted with the utmost protocol and the most truly international spirit, for these people really do transcend simple national differences. They are truly united.
None of the pederasts in power, will know of such devices as bombs; these nuclear weapons would lie rotting in their vaults somewhere. From time to time, the Chief of Staff, the President, dressed in sequins and feathers, will entertain the other leaders at balls and parties. Quarrels of any sort can easily be sorted out in the men's room of the redecorated United Nations. Ballets and Broadway musicals and entertainments of that sort will flourish everywhere and will probably make the common folk happier than did the grim, hostile, fascistic pronouncements of their former leaders.
Almost everyone else has had an opportunity to run the world. I cannot see why these people should not be given their chance. They have certainly been the underdog long enough. Their movement into power will be, in a sense, only a part in the global movement toward opportunity, justice and equality for all. (For example, can you name one good practising transvestite in the Senate? No! These people have been without representation long enough. Their plight is a national, global disgrace.)
Degeneracy, rather than signaling the downfall of society, will now signal peace for a troubled world.
And for the record, that guy in my new icon, he's a mild-mannered, incompetent, British, Victorian-era butler by day, but actually a flaming gay, transsexual, fanged, chainsaw wielding, rogue Grim Reaper by night. I think he and Moriarty are probs friends.
Oh, if you can watch it, the Tom Hanks/John Stewart interview (not like that, ya pervs) is lovely. So find some way to watch it.