IN THE LATEST “X-Men” movie, the humans discover a “cure” for the mutant “X gene,” and the mutants find themselves at war among themselves over whether to take the bait.
The analogy to homosexuality isn’t lost on us gay viewers, since we’ve all probably thought about whether we’d take “the cure,” if there ever were such a thing. Of course the politically correct answer for any well-adjusted, self-respecting homo is that our sexual orientation isn’t an illness to be “cured,” anymore than heterosexuality would be.
That’s certainly what our X-Men heroes would have us believe. The reality, on the other hand, is much messier.
Who among us hasn’t explained our lives to a straight friend or family member by arguing we didn’t choose to be gay. “After all,” we say, “who would choose a life of disapproval and rejection from society?”
So if we wouldn’t have chosen to be gay at the outset, why would we choose to remain gay if the “cure” were at hand? (source)
I read this interesting article by Chris Crane on the Washington Blade. It reflects much of my feelings and concerns about all the research going on today to find the gene (or gene sequence) that makes someone gay. Interesting from a research point of view, I suppose, but of course I know where it would go if they actually did accomplish their task. I’m told by people who are geneticists by profession that it would be practically impossible to isolate all the variables into any kind of formula that could be applied. So, I guess I will breath easier on this.
But, the question is, if they did develop a “cure” for being gay - something that would turn me into a straight heterosexual man (as if that is the “ideal” thing to be), would I do it?
Absolutely NOT!
When I was a 14 year old boy, praying to God to make me “normal”, I would have obviously taken such a cure. Then came the beatings, the gay bashings of high school years, earning my way into the time honored societal tradition of placing me into the “fucking queer” category, and all the other stuff that you learn in high school.
Then of course, the 1980’s when AIDS took most of my friends. More of us than not, who are gay, knows what that was like. And today, more straights than not knows someone who has AIDS or who has died of AIDS. But for me, it’s a toss up of what was more difficult for me -- losing my friends to AIDS, or having to face a society that basically said, “LET THEM DIE”, “I DON’T WANT MY TAX DOLLARS SPENT FOR PREVENTING AIDS FOR QUEERS”, and others. Yes, I remember those being said vividly. But wait, I am an American. We were dying. I thought that is what we do - we help each other. What a lesson that was to learn. From all of this, I learned these things...
1) You are what you are. Get used to it.
2) People hate you. If you can survive, do it, and get used to it.
3) If you get sick, people will let you die for being queer. Get used to it.
4) If your friends get sick, you take care of them because no one else will. Get used to it.
5) American idealism of helping others is SHIT. Get used to it.
6) You are gay. Others are gay. Form a community and find support from them. They are your friends. They are the only people you can count on. Get used to it.
7) Society hates you and if they can’t cure you with drugs, intimidation, terror, and death, we have to adapt to being hated, and SURVIVE. Get used to it.
8) Never forget your friends who have passed, most who had only you at their side when they died because their family disowned them. They are your family.
9) WATER is thicker than BLOOD!!!
I’ve gotten used to it.
In fact, I’m so used to it, that I wouldn’t begin to know what it’s like to be fully accepted as a gay man. I wouldn’t know what it feels like to be able to hold Kent’s hand in public and have people say “hello” to us warmly -- they usually look the other way in disgust, or call us “faggots”, and go on their merry self-righteous way. And no, I'm not bitching about it - I got used to it. I wouldn’t begin to know how to be a straight man. Kent and I would separate (I guess) because we would be straight, but what the hell would I do with a woman? I guess I would have to learn, but I guess that’s what The Joy Of Sex is for, right?
But beyond all of that, I wouldn’t choose to be straight, because being gay has shown me some remarkable people who are the bravest and most loving people in the world. It has shown me that as gay people, we have each other, even though we don’t always agree. It has shown me the true meaning of “family”. And, my hope is, that as time goes on, it will be perfectly ok for us to be gay, have our relationships recognized, and not have to worry about judgment.
For me, I think that is too late. I’m used to the hard realities of adversity. Hopefully, future generations of gay people (if they don’t “cure” them), will grow up in a world that loves them FOR WHAT THEY ARE, not in spite of what they are.
“Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life, exempt from human haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything.” - William Shakespeare, As You Like it, Act II