Cometh the backlash

A plea to homosexual males, even if they have supported gender up to this point, to realise defeat, concede and bind together to protect the next of us from the inevitable and emerging backlash

The flesh cult of Gender cleaved not just a religious schism where the homosexual male community was riven with men on one side or the other. It was never a precise divide in the fashion of a surgical cut; it was instead a messy organic zigzag of a laceration setting apart homosexual males who had liked, desired and loved one another for years. So much as gender wrought terrifying mastectomy scars across the torsos of young lesbians so did it cleave a drunken surgeon’s mark across our communities - for it was always a surgeon (for gender is the surgical answer to homosexuality) and it was always drunk on its own power (for no one was ever brave enough to tell gender it had had enough). The edifice of gender now crumbles and while this much is a cause of cheer among decent, sensible homosexuals determined to save the next generation of our kind from surgical and chemical correction by gender there is a “but”.

Happy though the fall of Mermaids is, by dint of parasitisation and conquest, the ever hungry gender made itself so central to our public presence (whether we agreed with it or not), it now reveals it’s darkest insurance measure – it is now the fulcrum of the movement – the load bearing weight– as it collapses, as it is with the Mermaids safeguarding scandal, the Tavistock closure, the assorted daily revelations of depravity - it has the capacity to bring the entire architecture of same-sex civility and acceptance down along with it. You can see this in the lately improved guile and audacity of the true homophobes on social media. Gender may be in grave danger in the UK, but it is a mad thing cornered. It is as wide eyed as a stupid TikTok teenager explaining neo pronouns, it is grinning in the way the rictus, sinister way that the too many teachers on the application do, and it is snarling like a misgendered man in a dress with a bedroom unfit for human habitation. It is doing all these things and it is saying “If I go, I’m taking you all with me”. Such is self-evident if you dip your hand in the dark waters of true gay-hate online and such is obvious in the recent re-popularisation of this old obnoxious memes enjoying quite the renaissance on platforms never well-disposed to us men who love only men.

Cometh the backlash

Seems there are old enemies to fight, does it not? We’ll not have the implacable solidarity we did with HIV/AIDS or section 28 or equal marriage but we may have to Frankenstein stitch ourselves together as one perhaps to combat this lads; sometimes it takes a monster to defeat a monster and I have never been more certain in any of my estimations that you who made your peace with gender, (though you be fellow homosexual males), are monsters. That much may not please your ears in any peace negotiation but it’s better in any marriage, particularly a forced one, that you enter on honest and clear terms. If you question my enmity remember this please, it was your friends in Stonewall who visited this on children, hospitals, government, anywhere you could. It was your newspapers who castigated decent homosexuals who raised our voices against us. It was you who silenced and cancelled and vilified lesbians who were first affected by and acute to the evils of gender. Look upon your works ye mighty and despair. You have erected this great false god of gender and as it comes collapsing down look how those who truly hate us act the parasite better to attack us like gender was the parasite on our movement. But that can be in the past. Gender is about to exact a heavy price from our kind and our task is to protect the next generation who are by definition unable to pay it.

It’s over lads. Brave homosexuals are prominent in defeating this madness.

If you are to escape the falling masonry of this, or better yet, if we collectively are to shield the next generation of homosexual males from this calamity, I require of you no spiritual learning or repentance, but I do require you observe plain and obvious truths thus:

This strange creed never shared a common reality with anyone beyond it, it was sustained by lies, cowardice, zealotry and monstrousness. Accordingly, it was made up of cowards, zealots and monsters. It will fall in those three stages. The flight of the cowards. The howl of the zealots. The prosecution of the monsters. It deliberately forsook facts better to sustain the fantasy that the human body could be the ultimate consumer good free of pain. Free of consequence. Free of wrong decision such as humans are apt and destined to inevitably make. It pretended an unhuman and godlike acquaintance with “authenticity” and “truth” but at ever turn was saturated in, and sustained by lies. Puberty blockers are reversible and harmless. Gay kids are not being targeted for gender correction. Women are not being raped in jails. This traffic in fantasy beget incoherence and madness so gender was always paradoxical, in fact it used paradox and the non-sequitur and the illogical to keep its enemies off balance and sustain the wide eyed, misgendered, snarling TikTok stare of gender. Gender was a drug. A drug visited on children. That’s why it used the language of drugs. That’s why it spoke of euphoria, the high, and dysphoria, the come down.

These heretic recanted, but this is the shape of things to come

Gender made humans disconnected things from friend and families and anyone who ever cared about them, it turned them inwards and gave them aesthetic “feeling cute - took a picture” empty solipsism in place of empathy – and so it produced fake social media “likes” and approving lies, it produced selfishness in place of understanding concerns about single sex places, it made the vast wonder of what a we can be not the telescope looking out into the constellation of wonderous human stars but a view through the wrong end of that object reducing us smaller and smaller into microscopic thing. Bureaucratic organised things. 100 flags. 100 genders. 100 pronouns. Life as a spreadsheet and not an artwork. It threatened adherents like a cult and told them they were hated. It lied the worst lie it could, it sold a magic panacea where everyone was happy under the rainbow it stole, puberty blockers work there, there are no detransitioners and homosexuals are happy, drugged, partying, bovine things complicit in their existential destruction – the band plays on in this hazy happy chemical endgame of a world. Which brings me to the most important point if we are to have a true reckoning, you and I, homosexual males from across the divide.

Gender saw homosexuality. Our homosexuality. Our joy. The vehicle by which we find fulfilment on this planet. It saw it as a temporary stage of human development which it meant to consign to history. It wanted to existentially abolish it and replaced it with us being “homogender” all so it could satisfy the fantasy that men and women are at some level interchangeable. If gender had won, we were not supposed to exist as same sex attracted men. It was conniving at nothing less than the existential destruction of our kind and strange from of compulsory bisexuality – but note please – one only visited on gay men. I hope you see that now. I hope you see that was no accident. A thing that came from the spreadsheets could never accommodate things like us. Things who love and make art and poetry and music and song.  

We told you so.

You are a fellow homosexual male you will recognise this.  You know that sense of foreboding or heightened risk you get before you kiss or touch your boyfriend in public, that unmistakable split second look over the shoulder. That twitch of a thing hunted. You are a homosexual male you are good at reading these things, we are the people who look over our shoulders, to be gay is to look over your shoulder. Like the meditation of the nature of rabbit in the Watership down, to see and be in the world as a hunted thing, it’s probably why we cruise, why we take risks, danger is an inherent and intoxicating part of being a homosexual male.

Listen to your sense of danger now.

Look at social media.

Look at what people are saying about gay males.

Listen for the storm. Listen closely. Because one is coming.

Really. Do.

Gender is never anything less than utterly obvious and this backlash. This storm. This hunt. This hatred will soon leave gender. Gender took hatred from the streets, put it in surgical theatres and social media and workplaces but no religion last for ever and this one is falling. That homophobia will go somewhere, and it will be augmented and empowered by the fall of this evil, vile, mutilating creed. It will be resurgent. And it will not be us older homosexual males who feel it the worst.

You have lost. Gender is flying apart like a broken thing in a centrifuge.

Accept that. Make your excuses. You are witnessing the flight of the cowards and the resurgence of the old hate seems to be the symmetrical and diametric force left in its wake.  

You have a chance to better your mistakes. To protect the next generation of our riven and mutilated community. So, make a peace. Make an alliance of convenience. Get out while you still can. Join arms with your brothers across the schism, turn away from this madness and act as a phalanx defending the next of us to come.

I will not win the gender wars only to lose regardless because the next of us are delivered into virulent and resurgent homophobia. If we must re-stitch the gay male community as a thing surgically memorable for monstrous reasons but noble causes so be it. Winning as an ugly thing is better than losing and failing the vulnerable only to preserve our beauty and purity.