Diaries Magazine

The Last Taboo

By Jackscott
Norwich Pride Lions

Out and Proud Lion at Norwich City Hall – Image courtesy of Norwich Pride on Facebook

The twilight world of the homosexual has emerged from the dark alleys of my fumbling pretty-boy years and gone very high street. Talented lesbians and gay men from every mince of life have broken out of the ghetto and are mucking about in the mainstream without having to hide their sexuality under a bushel and from the sleazy Sunday scandal rags. No one cares what you do between the sheets (well, not in Britain anyway). It just doesn’t sell copy anymore, not even in the Sunday Mail. Hypocrisy is the sin that pisses people off most these days. Even in the macho world of sport there are tentative signs of the love that dares not speak its name whispering in the showers without causing a stir in the scrum or a tirade from the terraces. This ought to cheer up the war-weary. Nobody ever won their rights by asking nicely and saying please. It’s taken hand-to-hand combat with the hard of hearing. But, long decades of agitation has paid off (though there’s no room for complacency; there were 5,000 reported homophobic attacks last year and we must all guard against a moral backlash – think the Russian descent into religious conservatism as an example). Now that gay people have become so ordinary and everyday, what’s the point to an entire sub-culture dedicated to difference and enforced separation? Who needs a gay bar when you’ll receive a hearty welcome down your local even when you’ve got your arm around the boyf? Or will you?

This post briefly went out as a ‘ghost post’ a few weeks ago when I inadvertently pressed the wrong key and suffered a bad case of premature publication. Hence some of the comments. Oops!

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