Vaginas Are Important!

I was at the bar the other night (surprise) and a ‘being’ entered (I’m not sure how this person would identify but I thought she looked like a ‘she’) and she was butch, and I wasn’t sure whether she was male or female, so I looked at her breasts and she didn’t seem to have any (what is normally thought of as) female breasts, so I thought she might have identified as male....but I am pretty sure she had a vagina.

What is going on here?

Why does it suddenly sound so politically incorrect for me to wonder whether or not this being had a vagina?

My thesis is this: the trans movement devalues vaginas. (it also devalues penises, but penises are not really as important). 

Can I can tell you something about vaginas? Vaginas are a big deal, and whether you have one -- or you don’t -- is big deal. Vaginas are important because: 

a) you came from one

b)  they give enormous pleasure

It’s hard to say which of these two is more important. I suggest ‘you came from one’ is important because no matter how queer or trans or whatever you are, nevertheless we all came out of vaginas and you wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for a vagina, so it’s important that you don’t forget them.

The fact that a vagina gives enormous pleasure (to both the owner and the one who is the intruder into -- or whatever -- the vagina) is important too.

But the trans movement doesn’t seem to care.

Trans people say:

“It doesn’t matter whether you have a penis or vagina. It’s the person you love.” Or they say 

“Genitals don’t matter”

I’m sorry, but they do.

Why do genitals matter? Because we are sexual people, and we have sex, and sex is involved with genitals, and generally speaking (I don’t know how to break the news to you but) people are interested in either penises or vaginas. Usually not both. But if they are interested in both, it’s not usually at the same time. But, if they are interested in both at the same time they still know (and this is very important) THE DIFFERENCE between a penis and a vagina.

VIVA LA DIFFERENCE!

I remember I had a friend once who was a female dyke who is now gender/sexuality indeterminate. When she was a female dyke she used to rant against scrotums. Yes she did. More power to her. I, personally, have always somewhat enjoyed scrotums, but I appreciated it that she did not. And I respected it. But ‘she’ (as a female person) is now gone. And the person she has become hasn't mentioned scotums in awhile.

The only way that trans activists have been able to get away with pretending that genitals don’t matter, is that they are taking advantage of the anti-sex times we live in (yes sex is everywhere on the web, but that doesn’t matter, we just pretend it isn’t there, the web has become a way for us to universally sublimate sex, pretend it doesn’t exist, because a lot of us have sex with our computers, and pretend no one knows!).

And frankly, I’m beginning to feel sorry for vaginas -- and for the women who are either are born with them, or somehow acquire them on the way -- because they are being devalued too.

As if women don’t have enough trouble already, without us further devaluing their vaginas.

So I say -- be trans, be gay, bi. lesbian queer whatever.

But let me just say vaginas are important, and they mean something.

(And just for the record, the same is true of penises, too.)

Why There’s No Such Thing as ‘Culturally Gay’

I was at the foot doctor’s today. She finally figured out I’m gay.

She is an intelligent, tolerant and very politically savvy woman.

So, what -- for an intelligent, tolerant and politically savvy chiropodist -- is the immediate ‘go-to’ when she finds out her client is gay?

“Have you seen that TV show with Nate Berkus and Jeremiah Brent?”

No, I had to honestly say that I hadn’t.

“They had this daughter with a surrogate, and sometimes the daughter is on the show, and they are home designers -- and you really get a glimpse into their lives. Sometimes you can see them kidding each other the same way straight couples do. It’s very -- real”

Wow.

I was somewhat flabbergasted. I didn’t know what to say.

You see, there was a time when admitting to someone that you were gay might have brought other images to mind, like  -- well, maybe drag, or maybe -- leather chaps or maybe even (call me crazy) fellatio?

Not nowadays. No, nowadays tell someone you’re gay and all they can think about is pair of designer guys with a daughter they paid big money for -- and oh yes how ‘similar’ these guys are to a regular, ordinary, normal straight couple.

And of course, most gay men seem pretty happy with this new image of themselves.

So when dumb straight film actors like Andrew Garfield say they are ‘culturally gay’ or 

when straight, pretentious matinee idol, avant-garde wannabes like James Franco say “I’m gay in my life up to the point of intercourse, and then you could say I'm straight. So I guess it depends on how you define gay” -- well, we only have only ourselves to blame.

We gay men have rejected everything sexual about ourselves (‘I don’t like bathhouses, I don’t hang out on Church Street’) and everything gender bending (‘No fats and no fems please’). And we are sure to tell everyone over tea, that despite the existence of GRINDR what we all really want is to settle down, get married and adopt a baby

So this is what we get.

No wonder dumb straight guys want to be ‘culturally gay.’

But you know what?

I don’t like it that James Franco gets to be gay without ‘doing the dirty.’ In fact I find it pretty insulting. I’ve spent my whole life being treated like a pariah because I like to dress like a girl and take it up the rear end. 

So it kinda bugs me that entitled assholes like James Franco and Andrew Garfield get to appropriate only the un-sexual, home designer, daughter-loving aspects of our lives. They get to be homo, without the sexuality.

In fact, I’m downright offended.

So, you heard it here first.

There’s no such thing as being ‘culturally gay.’

Andrew Garfield and James Franco, I hereby challenge you to pull down your pants or

shut up.

If you wanna be one of us, I’m afraid you’re going to get down on your knees, and well...play the bagpipes!

And I think you guys are intelligent, tolerant, and politically savvy enough to know what I mean.