This photo of Steven Slater’s boyfriend shooing reporters away from their home in Queens has been an endless source of joy for me this morning.
um, what is so delightful about this? i’m having trouble finding anything of note other than potential jokes about feyness or flamboyance. is that what we’re getting at here? it’s joyful that his boyfriend is gay?
Yes. I specifically find the feyness and flamboyance captured in this photo to be a great source of joy. You see, I love flamboyantly gay men. I am, in fact, very admiring, and sort of fascinated by, them, simply because they’re so uninhibited, something I’ve often found myself reluctant to be over the course of my life in various social settings. But some gay men just put it all out there and don’t give a fuck about what anyone thinks in an era where a nation of mouth-breathing jackasses still deem their “lifestyle choices” immoral and worthy of eternal damnation. They don’t suppress who and what they are, which is always festive, funny, loving and full of life. If more gay men were like them and let it all hang out rather than lurking in the closet, I think that there’d be less ignorance, bigotry and hatred directed at gay men in general. And finally, I’d rather spend my leisure time around my flamboyantly gay male friends than with a bunch of boring, stick-up-their asses intellectuals, repugnant social-climbing poseurs of all stripes, and, worst of all, a bunch of unevolved, testosterone-oozing bros, ANYTIME.
In short, if a straight man deriving joy from flamboyantly gay men is wrong, then I don’t want to be fucking right.