If you wonder, as a man, what it’s like to be the object of unwelcome desire from an individual (or group) with the capacity to force the issue (something women face every day), if you think it’s not as big a deal as some women make it out to be, then I urge you to give it a try.
He’s gay, I’m straight. I call him a faggot to his face. Why? Because we’re brothers.
It was just as shocking as the first time.
I challenge any bigot to watch these two animal friends and not feel at least a little bit progressive.
Chances are, if you are walking slowly in Manhattan, you are a tourist.
But then we get to question #34: “Male donors: From 1977 to the present, have you ever had sexual contact with another male, even once?” The fateful answer “yes” to question #34 ends in a lifetime ban from ever donating blood — and why? Implicitly, this ban marks “gay blood” as inherently unclean, regardless of the preventative measures taken to avoid contraction of blood borne pathogens or viral infection.
Keep hope alive, short people—there’s a light at the top of the tunnel.
I will not be defined by your prejudice. Not anymore.
The gist of his idea is that homosexuality, like alcoholism, is an impulse you can choose not to engage in. It’s a shit analogy for a couple of reasons, mainly because no one ever ran over a bunch of kids because they were sucking a dick while driving.
Read why anti-gay people are anti-gay.