Co-ed dorm rooms
The University of Chicago
is moving forward with co-ed dorm rooms. Libertarians will say, great, good that they let each decide their own lives. Conservatives will say, awful, that it encourages moral degradation in an environment where it's almost non-existent. However I think something else to consider is the powerplay that it represents, in that the 'rights' of the so-called 'transgendered' become so paramount that everything else gets pushed aside. College has become not only a sandbox for social engineering and experimentation, but also a proving ground for social-political warfare with competing groups angling hard to see how much they can 'get' in their four years. And with already established left-wing groups, the 'transgendered' get to see how far they can push the envelope. Society is sowing the seeds of its own divisions in its institutions of 'higher learning' and its most poignant lesson is hardball identity politics.`
Labels: campuses, college, homosexuals, leftists
My new group: LTPC
The "Love Thy Prisoner Campaign" made its debut at the Gay Pride Parade in Boston over the weekend.
People were asked to adopt a detainee, provide a home if they get released, help them with their 'religious needs' and be a friend, a pen pal.
James and I were told that we were "the most truly progressive people here..." and this was at the Boston Gay Pride rally, so, I think that puts us in strong running for the most progressive people in the world.
Fact sheet -
Signup sheetHopefully you can see where this is going...
Labels: activism, homosexuals, leftists, video
One recent crazy night
A friend asked me to go record a meeting of radical homosexuals at a public meeting, and so I went. It was held at a government high school, after-hours, and the discussion of choice was on how best to structure homosexual activities in middle and high schools. I drove up and parked, walked inside and had a hard time discerning where to go. I saw a man walking with purpose, and decided to ask him. I asked him if he knew where the meeting was being held, and he prompted me to give him which one it was. I told him it was the GLBT one, and he prodded further. It seemed as though he wanted to screen me to see if I was actually going to the meeting or if I was an outsider. After I passed his informal test, he said he was going that way and that I could walk with him.
He was an older man, and the perfect expression of every stereotype of government school administration. He had an underlying personal tension, and his skin even had that awkward dark tint of a man in small authority. His short white hair were little yardsticks of his creativity, suffocated no doubt from years of bureaucracy. It feels awkward to write that, since I'm sure he's a 'good man' and 'everyone around him likes him' and it's uncouth to talk of people in such a way. However, he was also going to give the welcome to a group of people spreading perversion to kids, so I don't feel too bad about it.
As we walked, he asked me what all the initials meant. Never once in my life have I been hit on by homosexuals nor been confused for one, so I tried my best to play along. I avoided being too over the top with the lisp though, not because it's inaccurate, rather, I just didn't think I could pull it off.
I sat down in a cafeteria and tried to look busy. I had arrived early, and the head organizer approached me, surely I looked suspicious. She was nice, but was clearly probing for who I was with. I said half-truthfully that I was writing a story and a part-time journalist. She then left me, as I sat in this long awkwardly extended rectangular cafeteria and proceeded to deal with the refreshments.
Time passed and no one arrived. I thought it odd. Then I realized that everyone had left. The meeting was elsewhere and they decided to leave me in the cold. I wandered around the school for a while, pacing the linoleum, breathing in that strong cleaning agent that every school overuses, and passed the empty classrooms looking for the room I was supposed to be in. I covered almost the entire school, and was about to leave when I saw a very obviously gay man enter the building.
I decided to follow him.
He was lost as well, however, and he was even a speaker. We ran into the same principal and he gave us better directions. Together we walked to the right room, through the maze of the needlessly complex laid out school.
I arrived at the right room, finally, only about 15 minutes late. I entered a room full of homosexuals and transsexuals. They were of all ages, older, middle-aged, younger and even, sadly, high schoolers. I sat there as comfortably as I could, awkward from the environment and also from those tiny blue chairs that all schools buy. In a room full of perverts I started dissecting my own sexuality. A degree of introspection that I can't turn off kept racing in my head and I thought about my similarities to this group rather than my obvious differences.
They were fellow human beings, deserving of respect and rights. But they had serious problems as well. The several men dressed as women and women who had been surgically altered to be men clarified my mental confusion. But, strangely, even sitting there realizing that they were all perverted, I started identifying with them after a time. My own little Stockholm syndrome kicked on surprisingly fast. It's such an amazing topic to politicize and publicize, that I think it lends itself to conversions so easier.
These groups and these interests never promote stable sexual behaviors or lifestyles. The
Theology of the Body, a popular Catholic teaching about sexuality, never enters their minds. If abstinence is taught, it's presented as a joke, as something totally unrealistic. Rather, one's taught to do whatever feels good, and to treat the symptoms later, never the disease. In the case of AIDS, that becomes literally true: don't adjust your behavior, agitate for cures to the disease because the behaviors can't be changed.
Which isn't even to say that homosexual behavior must be changed. But if homosexual partners were monogamous and faithful, there would be a next to zero chance to catch AIDS.
One's sexuality is at the core of their identity, and yet so unthought of, so taken for granted. Homosexuals say that and mean that one should 'question' it and eventually become homosexual. I mean that in the sense that stability and order exists because most of us don't question it, and probably shouldn't. So many questions have unfirm answers, and the process of asking a question can lead to doubt. For instance: if you trust someone 100%, and someone asks if you've heard that they've stolen from someone, even though you may still trust them, your trust was never the same. Simply the act of asking the question has changed your opinion. Such is the affect of suggestion, something this group has mastered.
I sat for 90 minutes as they talked about increasing the number of gay-straight alliance groups in high schools, middle schools, and further 'improving' the curriculum in elementary schools. The power of suggestion to tell 11 year old kids that perhaps they're "different" because they're gay.
No, I have nothing in common with these people. And after realizing and appreciating what was going on, it became quite easy to retain my resolve.
Labels: activism, homosexuals, massachusetts, sex
What is homophobia?
In classic
newspeak, the left has long defined the personal morals at odds to homosexuality as "homophobia." I've known this, but it really got to me after reading
this obituary for a great man, Sen. Jesse Helms on this leftist blog. However, if one considers the Latin in question here, that literally translates to a "fear of men" and is that really what opposition to homosexuality is? The word itself is very smart, because it always conveys a level of male insecurity at questioning the sexuality of the other. This would be called "jamming" by the intelligent but rabidly homosexual theorists and authors in "
After the Ball" published in 1989. I was surprised, though, by two things in
this wikipedia entry on homophobia: one that the radical homosexual admins who control wikipedia
allowed any criticism, and second, that the term's creation was as recent as 1972. Here's an essentially made-up word that is a perfect political perjorative that is so pervasive that even those who are labeled 'homophobic' end up using the same term. In Latin: Family=familia; Integrity=fortitudo; Pure=sanctimonia; Nature=natura. Have you ever heard the terms familiaphobia, fortitudophobia, sanctimoniaphobia or perhaps naturaphobia?
Labels: homosexuals, language
The Academy Stripped Bare: Putting Your Ass in the Spotlight
I thought
this article, about a graduate student who pays his way for his graduate degree through homosexual stripping says many things about society and colleges in particular. It shows the nature of the current generation, my generation, being post-shame and entirely focused on issues of self-identity and self-gratification. Normally, I've been conditioned to think that strippers are degraded, and that they all must be single moms trying to earn a living after being laid off at the textile factory, but that obviously isn't the case. As Craig Seymour says, "The overall context was all about me" and that was part of its appeal. This modern vice, as harmless as it may seem, is tempting in so many ways: it plays on the loneliness of those shelling out dollars, and it tempts those in spiritual and financial poverty to seek affirmation by revealing themselves in a lustful way to find carnal affirmation. A former fellow AU alum, Marty Beckerman has written a book on this issue, Tom Wolfe wrote "I am Charlotte Simmons" on the general topic (which I'm now reading) and yet, even with all of these words, the full shift here isn't being understood. The entire mindset and values of the current college generation is changing. It's not just materialism or feminism or postmodernity, it's an entirely different value system which is quite frightening. It's one thing to go to a strip club, or work at one, and still at least admit it was wrong. It's quite another for it to infect your personality to such a degree that you validate it any way you can. As evidence, I think Seymour's statement about incorporating his nighttime employment into his academic pursuits is the most telling:
Seymour’s stripping had its origins, appropriately, in academic enterprise. His master’s thesis, based on participant observation and interviews but not (at that point) practice, was entitled "Desire and Dollar Bills: An Ethnography of a Gay Male Striptease Club in Washington, D.C." (He writes: "[B]y far the most controversial thing I did in the thesis – though it seemed like a good idea at the time – was to include an appendix with photocopies of pictures from gay porn magazines featuring models doing a full bent-over ass-cheek spread." The appendix complemented his argument, in which he outlined “how the anus operates as a site of desire within the context of clubs.")
He's of course lying to us and lying to himself, but it seems as though no one wants to tell the emperor that they have no clothes.
Labels: academia, culture, homosexuals, materialism, society
