These days when I meet a rabidly anti-gay person, I have two related reactions:
1. I feel sorry for them;
2. I assume they are a deeply closeted person filled with shame and self-loathing.
Let’s not belabor the litany of examples ripped from recent headlines. Let’s instead focus on this morning’s case, of North Miami heterosexism activist George Alan Rekers, who vacationed with a young gentleman he’d met on, ahem, Rentboy.com. (Need I tell you that the Rentboy site is not safe for work? Unless one works at the Family Research Council, I guess.)
Rekers’ excuse is that he merely contracted the young man to carry his bags. But, as Miami New Times reported:
Then Rekers must have performed a search. Did he want a “rentboy,” a “sugar daddy,” or a “masseur”? In what country? And what city? If Rekers searched for a rent boy in Miami, he would have found approximately 80 likely candidates. He must have scrolled down the first page, past the shirtless bears and desperate ex-models, and on to page 2. There, at last, was Lucien.
I really can’t top those two paragraphs, so I think I’ll just end it here.