Much has been made of polling that purports to show that X per cent of GenZ “identify as” Alphabet People. Which, to those of us with one foot in the realm of sanity and the other in world of experience, tells us something pretty obvious: young people are ignorant, easily-led, faddists. We all were. Most of us grew out of it. The rest became academics.
The stupid faddism of the young has been well-documented since at least the 18th century, when masses of young European took to dressing up as the hero of Goethe’s The Sorrows of Young Werther, and suiciding in emulation of the whiny fictional Teutonic twat. Seventy years earlier, a fashion craze for muslin, often wet to make it more transparent, led to a pneumonia epidemic.
Lest you think moderns are more sophisticated, some 300 people are known to have died trying to take ‘perfect selfies’.
Pretending to be a mincing poof or a rugmuncher is small cucumbers by comparison.
Of course, the “rainbow” activists furiously deny that faggotry is a fashion choice.
It’s just that LGBTs are finally free to identify as they please!
It’s like being left-handed, he explained. Back when left-handers were considered “satanic”, nobody self-identified as such. But following southpaw emancipation, the number of people identifying as sinister skyrocketed, because they finally felt comfortable to be their true selves!
“We’re in a situation right now where it’s safer than ever for people to come out… if they’re queer, bisexual, whatever it is, and because of that they feel safer expressing that.”
It’s a popular argument among Gen Zers, mostly, one suspects, because they couldn’t cope with the simple fact: young people are stupid sheep who’d kill themselves for clout.
That Zoomers are so weak-minded and suggestible, peer pressure can persuade them to cut off their dicks – is something nobody would want to face about their generation.
The only problem with the argument is that it completely lies about the past. We see such stolen glamour in action when trannies try to take credit for the Stonewall riots. Everyone who was actually there, and can prove it, is adamant that there wasn’t a cock in a frock within 20 blocks of the action. That this bullshit is coming from the very people who claim that it’s “genocide” to deny that a dude who cuts his dick off is a “woman” is even more galling.
You want to talk ‘erasure’?
My question for the young morons who think theirs is the first generation in which LGBT people feel “safe to come out” is, who the fuck do you think died during the AIDS epidemic? […]
It’s a posthumous ignominy for every freakazoid who died of AIDS in the 1980s: Today’s kids deny they even existed.
Now, I grew up in a large-ish regional city in Australia, and even there we all knew an open ‘poof’ or two. The local “Hookers and Deviants Ball” was the stuff of whispered quadrangle legend. And if these sorts of shenanigans were going on in a blue-collar town, the Big Smoke was another, hedonistic scene altogether.
The late 1970s/early ’80s was one wild-ass time. Everything went. That’s why AIDS burned through the gay community like a brushfire. I started junior high in 1980. Majority black school. Most of the white kids (myself included) and all of the gayboi blacks (the ones with no appetite for sports beyond getting an eyeful in the shower room) were in theater class. And I’ll tell you, during those pre-AIDS years with them theater kids, there wasn’t a thing that could be sucked that wasn’t being sucked or an orifice that could be stuffed that wasn’t. We had gay. We had bi. We had one kid whose specialty was autoerotic asphyxiation. Kids would drop acid and do the wildest shit. Our drama teacher, far from being a civilizing force, joined in.
Maybe my school wasn’t as buttoned-up as I thought. We had a drama teacher who played in a cross-dressing fetishist punk band, after all. But if Mr [name redacted] strutted the stage as Lindy the Lash on weekends, he was still in no doubt that he was, in fact, a dude.
We simply didn’t have trannies. Period. They weren’t “scared to come out”. They didn’t exist. Ditto in high school, which was nearly as wild until about 1986 when the first kids started dropping from AIDS and everybody panicked.
But again, no trannies. We had every conceivable type of sucker, blower, mincer, prancer, butcher, baker and sphincter breaker, and no trannies. It had nothing to do with anyone feeling inhibited. Nobody in my circle was inhibited.
But, like Monty Python’s Four Yorkshiremen, you try telling the young people these days…
If Zoomers were willing to listen to those of us who’ve walked the earth a bit longer, if they saw life experience as something to study instead of dunk on, they might be rewarded with the kind of historical perspective that can be of assistance when assessing current events.
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They could at least admit what slavish followers youngsters really are. Would they jump off a cliff if all their friends did? Of course they would.
Failing that, they’ll just cut off their cocks for a few likes on TikTok.
