A Hint of Pink. Or Blue.

While it’s no doubt true that there’s nothing quite like a nice throbbing nine-incher, as I’m sure we can all agree, all this talk of sticky unreasoning insatiable rampant hardness could make one think that’s all there is to manhood: of course, nothing could be further from the truth.

Naturally, as a young lad, one was thrilled to discover one’s john-willy could go up and down and rushed at once to show mummy. And yes, over the years one has come across chaps who’ve taught theirs to carry out some pretty amazing and useful tasks: flip pancakes and imitate Shirley Bassey are just two that spring to mind. But there comes a time when we need to let go and realize there is more to life than playing with one’s erector set.

Which brings me to sissies.

We all know them. Some of us are them. I used to be afraid of them. I’m not proud of this and I’m not alone. To many gay men sissies represent what we fear in ourselves. We wanted them to go away so they wouldn’t embarrass us. Which kept a lot of us quiet over the years as those less able to assimilate or hide in plain sight have borne the brunt of the considerable hostility that can be generated when one’s very being contradicts the carefully constructed expressions of gender we’ve all grown up with. Soldiers v Barbi. While still adamantly refusing to swish, I’m glad to say my own panic is a thing of the past. Seems I’m not alone. The sissy is well on the way to becoming a cultural icon, as they say on HuffPo, a beloved addition to reality TV. One welcome aspect of the whole world turning gay is that Anderson Cooper was able last night to launch a three-part story on a child, a young boy, 4 at the time (1970), whose mother was concerned that a baby-sitter had allowed him to spend too much time with girls and that he might as a consequence grow up you-know-what. (hint: rhymes with ‘promo’) The boy was taken to UCLA where he fell into the clutches of one George Rekers, of latter-day luggage-lifting fame.

I daresay the rest can be imagined.

Why this matters is that this little boy, frozen in time, became the poster-child of the ex-gay, reparative therapy movement that gives cover to the anti-gay animus of groups like National Organization for Marriage. A movement that has grown into a fund-raising, money-making colossus that keeps many of its leaders pulling down handsome salaries and which has been exported to Africa and Oklahoma with disastrous results.

The estimable Jim Burroway at Box Turtle Bulletin, coincidentally, has just posted the result of his investigation into the life and death of Kirk Murphy, the sissy-boy in question: though his family denies the psychiatrists’ label. Between that and AC360 he’s no longer a pseudonym to be exploited but takes his place in the historical record.

Just why a hint of pink should produce unreasoning panic instead of being welcomed as a bit of a restful change is the topic for another lecture.


This happened at UCLA? I’m ashamed.

@Tommmcatt Be Fat, And That Be That: That’s my official relaxed casual non-posed family-values pic.

These stories are sad, but what are we to do? Cults are cults.

@Tommmcatt Be Fat, And That Be That: I think this is quite a big story inasmuch as Rekers is one of the two or three main ‘intellectual’ forces behind NARTH etc. He’s been discredited personally and this new account will shoot the legs out from under any kind of ‘gay is choice’ argument.

And plus AC is so dreamy. I rode the #1 train with him and I’m like OMFG he’s so Keeyoote! And like no one else recognized him and I’m so like ‘Dump that bartender you hooked up with, you silver beauty, you.’ And such as.

He’s little and finely made. Like Limoges. Sprinkled with apple blossom. And man.

@Tommmcatt Be Fat, And That Be That: A clinic run by scientists at a major research university is not a cult. The work they did at the “UCLA Gender Identity Clinic” is still cited, and has never been formally renounced and debunked. We’re not just talking about the nuts at the family research council here. It’s a nearly Tuskegee-like misuse of human subjects by researchers.

@Mistress Cynica: It’s their chief citation. And you’re right about the rest. He tried to kill himself at 17 and succeeded at 37.

@Mistress Cynica: Look, a cult is a cult. Anyone who thinks that they don’t occur in an academic setting has never spent anytime around people doing their doctoral dissertation on Freud or Sanford Meisner. This particular cult has just dressed itself in pseudoscience.

I’m not trying to lessen the impact of this at all…I’m just always struck dumb by the sheer magnitude of the evil. What are we to do, besides spread the word as far as we can?

@Tommmcatt Be Fat, And That Be That: that’s not the point. The point is that this case is part of the foundational thinking behind NARTH, Exodus, FOF, FRF, etc. This story exposes the ‘choose to be gay’ story for what it is. Horlicks.

Actually I didn’t mean that: when I converted I got some nice appliances plus a week in Atlantic City.

@Tommmcatt Be Fat, And That Be That: True about academia. I guess what makes it so much worse to me is that it was at UCLA, which is a respected research university that doesn’t immediately raise the “it’s a cult” warning flags.

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