The homosexual rage at the cosmos, revisited

In the light of the brownshirt-style fury of the homosexualists in response to the passage of Proposition 8, it is well to remember that homosexuals were also traumatized, though not driven to act like brown shirts, after the 2004 election, as discussed in the entry, “Jeffersonian utopian homosexual liberationism runs up against the awful awful reality of America,” where I quoted an e-mail to Andrew Sullivan from a 25 year old reader: “I don’t know what country I live in anymore. I thought this was the land of freedom. I thought I was free to pursue my own happiness.”

By the way, I do not mean to suggest that all homosexuals are in a rage at the cosmos. I’ve known conservative homosexuals (or, to be precise, one conservative homosexual, but I’m sure there are others who feel the same) who say that they have always taken their homosexuality for granted, and who are not angry at society or the universe about it. But, as with other analogous phenomena, such as “moderate” Muslims, conservative homosexuals are in a minority and are not representative of homosexuals as a group.

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Sebastian writes:

Your 2004 post on Andrew Sullivan’s protégé led me to his site where, after scrolling through the usual Cheney-is-a-war criminal stuff, I found a creepy video about a personal library designed for the needs of one woman alone. That in turn led me to another site where I came across a series of videos that have that strange yet recognizable quality of modern solipsism so common among West Coast guru-followers and troubled journal-keeping girls. Everything reeks of New Age self-centeredness and loneliness; empty affirmations and self-conscious gestures; women staring into space. I would call it earnest nihilism, contradiction intended. You referred to something similar as the Eloi of Time Machine.

I pass it along not to discredit Sullivan any further but because the videos are such a stark illustration of the emptiness of modern individualism and lack of groundedness evinced by the young man who can’t recognize his country. There is something very disturbing about the vibe they create. The whole thing is a stylized circus of gay self-absorption and narcissism. You may want to take a look—or not.


Posted by Lawrence Auster at December 16, 2008 10:34 AM | Send
    


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