Here’s a wry chuckle for the weekend.
Ex-gay therapists obviously have a deep interest in what makes people gay (and it has to be something they can charge for). One popular myth fiction completely unsupported crock of bull theory is that gay men just didn’t get enough man-on-man bonding time growing up. Richard Cohen, for example, cures teh gay by having one man hold another in his lap for as long as it takes for the therapist’s erection to subside for the patient to feel manly acceptance.
But if we zip back a few decades, we find experts saying exactly the opposite. Check out this unintentionally hilarious (“The boy so brought up may shy away completely from marriage and turn to men for a sex outlet. This is called homosexuality.”) excerpt from the 1928 book Psychological Care of Infant and Child.
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Really, isn’t it time they admit they’re just making this shit up?
Men. Can’t live with ‘em, can’t live without ‘em. What’s a naturally born gay boy to do?
I’ve had very long-lasting relationships with men that are completely non-sexual. They’re called “brothers”.
Brilliant, thanks for posting this, Rob.
I notice in the next paragraph, he starts saying that “we now know homosexuality is caused by nurture, not heredity . . . .” Which if he was as expert as he thought he was, he would have seen to be utterly fallacious too, for several obvious reasons.
Though I do have to say that close male bonding is indeed good therapy . . . takes a load off my, uh, mind.
I never quite understood this frantic search for the ONE cause of queerness. Didn’t it ever occur to all those “researchers” that maybe there could be many reasons to want to snog and shag folks of your own gender? Maybe some folks have problems with their mums or dads, others maybe just sampled it and found it to their liking, others have it genetically hardwired into their brains to prefer dangly bits to bouncy bits (or the other way around), and other got a delicious pre-natal hormone-mix that got them tuned in on their own sex.
I still think the whole discussion is just one big smokescreen to hide the REAL question, that nobody wants to actually adress (not even queer folks, for some reason) and that is: WHY DO YOU GIVE A DAMN?
Why the fuck should it matter if someone prefers swapping bodily fluids with persons carrying the same or a different number of X-chromosomes?
‘The Modern Woman’s Home Doctor’ (1939) says it’s glandular.