A Criticism of Gay Culture by a Gay Man

“Don’t end up with a dude, Zach. They’re all terrible!” Matt blurted as Zach and I sat on the couch, drinking martinis.

Matt and Zach are roommates, gay/bi (respectably), and not partners. In fact, when Matt introduces Zach to his gay friends, it normally goes something like this: “So-and-so, meet Zach, my roommate. No, we haven’t had sex. No, I’m not lying.”

“I’m serious, Zach. All men are terrible! You’re better off with a woman.” Matt was on his third martini and was getting more and more vocal, more and more slap happy. I have red marks on my thighs to prove it.

Zach had been exploring the sexual rainbow for a few months, trampling all over the spectrum. He’d been with men, women; young, old; ugly, sexy. It didn’t matter who it was, Zach just wanted to have sex. However, Zach and Matt had just come back from Denver where Zach had a rough encounter with a group of gay men.

“I genuinely thought gay men were different. I thought I could be myself and be accepted, but these guys were assholes!” Zach said. The two of them were catching me up on their escapades over the weekend.

“What Zach is trying to say,” Matt elaborated, “is that he pissed these gay men off because he said, ‘All gay men are easy’, and they tore into him!” Matt slapped Zach on the arm, laughing.

“What? It’s true!” Zach said. “It’s a whole lot easier to get in a guy’s pants than a girl’s.”

“You think that’s true, Matt?” I pipe up from the other end of the couch.

“Most homosexual men I meet are trying to become sexual as quickly as possible,” Matt said. “Even with my ex, we had sex on the second date. I thought that was going a bit fast, but he didn’t.”

Honestly, Matt had a point. With my ex-boyfriend, we had sex on the second date too. And outside of dating, I could get a hook up with a guy a whole lot faster than with a girl.

This past summer I visited a friend in Oakland. I had recently broken up with my boyfriend, and I just wanted meaningless sex.

So what did I do? I do what every gay man does when he wants booty as quickly as possible — I downloaded Grindr.

The following are ACTUAL profiles on Grindr:

Looking for now. GloryH0le. Let’s play RN. Horny. F***MyHole.

What the profile names on Grindr lack in creativity, they make up for in blatant candor.

Within two minutes of downloading the app, I had a boy and apartment at my disposal. And that’s exactly what it was — disposal — both men using each other to get something out of the other. It’s not a night of passion. It’s a transaction.

***

“What about gay marriages?” I ask.

I’m back with Matt, attempting to eat ice cream while driving, failing miserably. The steering wheel is covered in sticky liquid sugar. Meanwhile, Matt gracefully lapped his ice cream with a napkin on his lap. He was a lot better at this than I was.

“I’m cynical of gay relationships.” Matt said.

“Why?” I replied.

“I am very suspicious of any homosexual, male couple because I feel like they are all open.” Matt went on to talk about his good friend on the East Coast. He had been married for three years but had recently solicited Matt for sex.

“What the hell?” Matt said. “Does anyone believe in sanctity anymore!”

I was fuming, and not from the brown goo dripping down my arm. But why? Why was Matt so upset about this? Why was I so upset about this?

I think it’s because we are all holding our breath, hoping someone will be different, hoping someone will break the stereotypes, but we keep getting let down.

In my years of coming out and stepping into the gay culture, I have yet to meet a gay couple that hasn’t been open at one point or another.

“What about gay role models? Do you have any of those?” I said.

“Gay role models??? I feel like that’s an oxymoron.” Matt crunched down on the last bit of his cone and slaps his hands free of the crumbs. Matt then shared there isn’t a single gay man he looks up to and how he views most gay men as “damaged goods.”

Many of my gay friends and gay strangers alike have used this exact phrase on multiple occasions — damaged goods. It’s always said so matter of fact, as if it’s some reality we just learn to live with.

In fact, one time, while sitting in a hot tub, at a local bath house, a man went at length, talking about how broken and repressed other gay men are.

We’re literally in a bath house, soliciting random strangers for anonymous sex while in a building with cameras and metal doors to make sure people don’t know we’re here, and this guy is criticizing how broken repressed everyone else is in Colorado Springs?

We’re self-destructive, calling out deficiencies in our own culture, eating our own, all the while, contributing to the problem.

Where in the world does this come from? The answer would come so casually, I almost missed it.

***

The first gay club I ever went to was with my now-ex-boyfriend. In an attempt to “act straight,” we found the butchiest thing we could do in a fog-filled, laser-light, go-go-dancing warehouse — we played pool.

As we attempted to look like we knew what we were doing, a gang of lesbians watched us. And it was a gang. Like a pride of lionesses, I felt at any second, they’d pounce on the two gay boys and show us how it’s done. After all, all lesbians know how to play pool, right?

But after I realized I hated pool and that I’m terrible at it, I started people watching. I was so perplexed by this new environment.

Stranger danced on stranger. Bartenders served shot after shot in nothing but thongs. Thunderous bass shook us all to the bone.

By all counts, this should be a happy place. Alcohol. Music. Dancing. But everyone was so somber.

“What’s wrong?” My boyfriend said. I had stared too long.

“Everyone just seems so sad.” I said, staring out through the smoke.

My boyfriend followed my gaze.

“Well, when you put a ton of people that have experienced so much trauma all together, you’re bound to be sad.” He said it so matter-of-factly as he drank his very “straight” beer and went back to playing.

But I was shocked by the comment. He was right!

Yes, LGBTQ individuals have been given the right of marriage. Yes, they now have further protections because of the recent supreme court ruling. But decades of hiding in the closet doesn’t disappear overnight.

The fear and anxiety of being attracted to the same sex doesn’t magically disappear with legislation. The very fact that my boyfriend had to play pool and drink beer to not look “too gay” is evidence enough. In fact, the day he met my parents, the first words out of his mouth were, “I’m gay, but I’m not a faggot.”

The repression continues. The closet continues.

Michael Hobbes wrote a powerful line in his essay on gay loneliness that summarizes this thought. “Whether we recognize it or not, our bodies bring the closet with us into adulthood.” He goes on to share that even though we’re experiencing more liberties as gay men than ever before, more and more gay men are finding themselves utterly alone.

And it’s so true. I feel it. My friends feel it.

The repression that was our ally as a child has become our enemy. The anxiety that kept a watchful eye for potential threats now forces us into a corner. And what happens when a people are repressed for too long? What happens when a piece of you has been shoved into a corner for years? What happens to a child that will not be heard?

The child screams.

And just like a child, I think our sexuality is screaming. It’s demanding to be heard, and the only way we know how to get that sobbing piece of us to shut up is to appease it with sex.

***

“Where do you think this comes from, Matthew?” I asked.

“An entire minority group has not been allowed to express themselves, and then suddenly being able to express their pent-up sexual identity,” Matthew said. “I think we’re still feeling the reverberations.”

I agree with my friend.

So does this mean the LGBTQ+ community is screwed? We’re just all too damaged?

I don’t think so. Things are changing.

I have been privileged to work with Gen Z as a student teacher and interview them with my job for the Indy, and because of the changes on a cultural level, I see changes in these students on a personal level.

They meet partners in after-school clubs. They hold hands in the hall. They take each to the dances.

They don’t let shame and fear rule them because they never needed them as protectors. They’re not hiding in the closet because the day holds more hope, holds more life.

When I look at Gen Z, I truly get excited. They’re making better choices than I did at their age because they have support systems to help them navigate their sexuality in safer ways, they have legislation to protect them from unfair employers, they have friends and family that want to be involved in their dating life.

Things are slowly changing, and the LGBTQ+ community is experiencing more health and more life than ever before.

And it makes sense. After all, what plant thrives in a dark closet? What animal lives long behind locked doors?

As we continue to erase the closet from our culture, we’ll continue to be less haunted by its power, the power of fear and shame.

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Brandon Darrell Lane Flanery

Hi there! My name is Brandon! I'm just another human, stumbling in the dark, trying to figure this out. I write about faith and sexuality and all those messy things in between.

One thought on “A Criticism of Gay Culture by a Gay Man”

  1. I %100 agree with you, this has been something that I’ve pondered for the past few years (though I am still a closeted high schooler), I have spent beyond my fair share on the internet, and even interacting with LGBTQA+ individuals personally — and if I were to be honest, I thought that I was the only who noticed it. Our culture is filled with those still plagued with all of the traumatic pain involved with living in the closet (especially with homophobic/transphobic families); and just as you put it, once they’re finally out they essentially scream for validation in anyway possible. They’ve been deprived from the emotional support that they do desperately needed going up, and were thus then forced to deal will all of their problems either on their own, or by seeking out other LGBT+ people in anyway possible. This is part of the reason why society is so fucked up nowadays. We grow up with keeping so much pain to ourselves, that even if we find ourselves in a committed relationship, we’ve been emotionally abused so many times in the past, that we’re afraid of the intimacy and realistic struggles of a long term relationship; so because of that we almost feel safer with one night stands, friends with benefits — anything that doesn’t require dealing with the struggles of commitment. We’d rather deal with the same loneliness and pain that we felt whilst in the closet. If and when we do come to point in our lives where we want to raise a child, I’d be damned if I let them grow up that as I. Personally I’d try my hardest to allow my hypothetical children to express themselves however they felt comfortable, and would attempt to make a safe place for them, no matter their gender identity, sexual, or belief systems.

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