William B. Turner
I’m a bottom. Yep, I’m gay and I like to take it up the butt.
In our culture, some people think that the ultimate insult is to threaten to shove some item into someone else’s, usually a man’s, rectum. Under this regime, they want me to feel too much shame to admit in public to the desire to have a man insert something — we all know what — into my rectum.
When I consent, nothing gives me more pleasure.
I believe firmly in the principle that no response is more effective to attempts to shame than to reject the shame and own publicly whatever someone else wants to shame you for.
A good, American example is the term, “yankee.” It was originally an insult the British hurled at their American colonists, whom they considered woefully rough and unlettered, but our American ancestors adopted the term and chose to wear it with pride. So I participate in a hallowed American tradition by stating publicly that I love to take it up the butt. I’m a Yankee Doodle Dandy.
This is the basic logic of LGBT Pride events. Our culture remains deeply imbued with the distinctively Christian impulse to shame all lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender persons. We have won enormous victories over the past 45 years or so by deliberately claiming our LGBT identities in public. National Coming Out Day was a major event during the 1990s. It has now mostly fallen out of favor because we who came out then have created sufficient cultural space that growing numbers of people feel comfortable coming out. We now see touching videos on social media of young people announcing to their parents that they are LGBT. We see stories about Olympic athletes discussing unashamedly their LGBT identities.
Good “conservatives,” usually Christians, still try to shame us, but we ignore them. Their opinions are not relevant.
Good “conservatives” also still use threats in the form of vows to stick some very harmful object into a man’s rectum as a means of trying to show dominance and opposition to the target’s political or policy choice.
One recently aimed just such a threat at the favorite target du jour of “conservatives,” David Hogg, the same man whom good Christian “conservative” Laura Ingraham recently sniped at for making the mistake of mentioning publicly that four universities had refused to admit him. What does it say about good, U.S. “conservatives” that they are so quick to attack a high school student who recently survived a school shooting and has decided to channel the resulting emotions into public engagement, which is really not all that different than what a young Thomas Jefferson did in 1776? It’s so hard to be a good “conservative” and a good American at the same time. This is typical of the toxic masculinity that pervades the culture of “conservatism” in the United States, with pathetic examples of manhood such as Ted Nugent, Scott Baio, and Donald Trump as their poster boys.
This is exceedingly puerile on its face and entirely unconvincing, since no one would actually do that, but it carries rhetorical force in the minds of persons who choose to think in such terms.
My usual impulse when I see such juvenile nonsense is to ignore it. In the present instance, however, I have a unique opportunity to reduce the rhetorical force of this idiotic non threat by using a favorite technique of the LGBT civil rights movement, which I have been happily involved in for decades.
I’m a bottom. I derive great pleasure from having a man penetrate my anus consensually — the other part of the equation “conservatives” can never grasp — sex needs to be consensual. It’s not hard.
There is, of course, a gender element to this. To undergo penetration is to be feminine. Part of the reason why men are not supposed to allow, much less enjoy, having another man penetrate them is that it puts them into the position of the woman sexually. Guess what? I find no shame in that, either. Call me a girl, a woman, a girly man — wield your worst gender insult — I care not. I’m a feminist. I’m totally down with my girly man, Iggy Pop, on this one:
Go ahead. Try to shame me. I dare you. Can’t shame a bottom fag? What a wimp.
Run along, little boy.