Monday, April 03, 2017

Good Morning, World

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I don't know why this picture that Zachary Quinto posted of himself and his boyfriend model Miles McMillan sent me off on this whole thought train this weekend, but it did, and the gist was just basically about how nice it is that we now have gay celebrities who can make us think about them having sex. (Note to self: "April Fooled the hell out of him" is a great euphemism.)

I don't say this just as a person who likes to think about Zachary Quinto and Miles McMillan having sex (although I do) but rather as a citizen of these here United States who's watched up until only recently the process of "Coming Out" be all about declaring one's self an island unto one's self - Here I am, I am queer, singular.

Eventually we could get married and have babies - respectable things, and everybody knows that once you get married you're not having sex with each other, hardy har. And babies were fine because homosexuals don't make babies when they fuck, so that was never about our icky bedroom habits.

And some people probably think Zachary's oversharing on social media, but I think what he's doing is important. Maybe not "sitting at the front of the bus" important, but it's a little thing and little things pile up, change minds. People look at that picture and they think, "Those two men have sex with each other." And some of us - some who were prone to it before seeing the picture and some who were not prone to thinking such thoughts before seeing that picture - think, "More, please."

Anyway, hi. Happy Monday.


Stephen said...

I had a semi-similar experience seeing the picture of Zachery and his boyfriend kissing, but it was less about imagining them having sex and more about how refreshingly comforting it is to be able to see run-of-the-mill affection in my own language. The kiss and joint-coffee-cup-groping is so banal, something I have seen thousands of times in celebrity magazines, but of opposite-sexed couples, not same-sex ones. It warms my heart and makes me feel that much more included in our mainstream, cultural experience.

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