Ow, ow, ow! Damn you, John Scalzi! Why must you reduce me to hysterical laughter, to the point I have tears in my eyes?
We live in an era in which an active quorum of religious bigots would quarantine gays into concentration camps if they could (“It’s just like Guantanamo — only fabulous!”), and the Times is snarkily concerned that we can’t simply visually identify the gay guys anymore?
As a general rule, I like me the women. In theory I accept the possibility that some guy out there could get me emotionally quivery and physically all winged-out, and I wouldn’t be all angsty about it if happened. But you know what? Hasn’t. Whereas women distract me all the damn time.
If people know you’re a straight guy, on the other hand, they automatically think you’re a beef-witted social dullard in a Linux shirt hoping to delude some poor woman into accepting a sperm packet or two.
So head on over to this article on the Whatever and check out what he has to say, because underneath the blistering humor, he’s got a whole assortment of very fine points to make. You can’t judge a book by its cover — if you could, I’d be right beside John in the teen homosexual angst camp. Pretty much everyone in my high school was convinced I was gay (and for all I know my parents worried about it too) and their obsession with my sexual orientation gave me more than a few issues to clean up down the road.
[Edit: fixed URL to John’s website. This is why Community Server needs a feature that will automatically take key words in a post and substitute them with the appropriate user-defined hypertext link.]