Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Theses On The Door: Addendum 2 - "Not (Homosexual) Conversion?!"

[As you may know, blogs often present themselves in reverse. This is the last part of a lengthy series which starts here. I hope you find all this useful. Peace. BG]

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n Part VIII of my latest series, "Theses On The Door", Contratimes visitor (and my friend) Luke Buckham posted this comment:
I'm curious--these essays are very articulate about your position on homosexuality inside the church, and they also seem to show quite clearly that you're in opposition to homosexuality itself.

Right now, though, I'm not here to argue about that, and I know better than to always jump to the obvious conclusion when it comes to your views. So I just wanted to ask: what's your position on homosexuality OUTSIDE the church; in other words, homosexuality in general? Do you think the sexual orientation of gays can be significantly altered? If you believe that homosexuality is just plain wrong and irrational, do you have any idea of what might constitute a remedy?

It might seem very easy to assemble an answer to that question from previous posts of yours, but I'd rather hear it from you in direct response to the preceding question.
As I stated yesterday in Addendum 1, Mr. Buckham has a penchant for asking tough questions. And these are no exception. Where, and how, to begin?

I might begin with homosexual activists themselves. There seems to be ample evidence that activists believe homosexuals can change, or that at least some people can "change" their orientation. I knew a man who had a lovely wife of 22 years, and three gorgeous children they raised together. He rather suddenly left his wife and family for -- surprise! -- a man. Did the father change? Was he really an intrinsically gay man who was behaving in a way extrinsic to his nature? Was he finally "genuine" sexually when he was with his male lover? Had he finally found himself in such liberation?

Some of us who have paid attention to those modern novelists and psychologists who address the "self" and its elusive nature, notice that the theme of many of these writers and thinkers is singular, even determined: what -- and who -- are you, really? How do you know you are you; how do you know you are genuinely "yourself"? Are you really a "banker", a "writer", an "artist", a "mother", a "loser", a "heterosexual"? What I am getting at is that there is a rather modern fascination with identity. And there is also a fascination with doubting whether identity is even possible: can the self ever know itself, and can it ever be happy? Can it ever be found? Who can tell?

So, in a sense, it is right to ask whether the once straight man I knew remains truly and intrinsically gay. Are any of us any of the things we think we are? Perhaps. But perhaps not. It would not be surprising to hear of a man who leaves his wife for a gay lover only to come to some later epiphany that he is not really gay at all.

But Luke has not really asked me about my rather random ruminations on identity. He wants to know whether I am opposed to homosexuality in general. The answer is simple: I am. But what my series has been about is restricting homosexuality in the Church. It is about seeing it as it is: irrational, aberrant. What I have not done is insisted that homosexuality be restricted in the culture, the secular culture outside the Church. I have not insisted that gays and lesbians not be allowed to do whatever they wish "out there", which is everywhere else but inside the Church's Holy Offices. I am even willing to give them everything -- Hollywood and the arts, the marketplace of fashion, the peaks of political aspirations, the great chairs of academia; but I am not willing to give them the imago dei, the image of God, nor am I willing to call loving and committed sex between members of the same sex "sacred marriage". I will give them the world as long I can have Jerusalem; they can have the whole house as long as I can keep the conservatory or the study.

But there is more to say about "changeability", about conversion from homosexuality to heterosexuality, or at least to sexual abstinence. Indeed, Luke is right -- he could have discovered my opinions in other things I've written. For I have written that the political marriage between gays and lesbians, on the one hand, and the transgendered folks on the other, is utterly confounding. It is one of the most irrational, contradictory alliances on the planet. For the gay and lesbian conviction, particularly theologically, is that God and nature do not make mistakes; that being gay or lesbian is not a matter of choice, but one of essence. There is no changing this; there is no mistake or aberration. Gender is fixed, sexual attraction is innate, hardwired from conception. Or so it goes. But for some strange reason these advocates of a static sexual genesis suddenly become elastic; God and nature do indeed make mistakes, and trans-gendered folks are those mistakes. Suddenly we learn that sexual identity can change; we learn that the repressed female self can be liberated through surgery and hormone therapy into an XY-chromosome male, one cosmetically altered to look like an XX-chromosome female (though in reality the altered person still looks like an XY-chromosome male, only with lipstick and skirt). Suddenly we learn that sexual behaviors can be influenced by reinforcement (medical, psychological, social) and nurture; we learn that sexual identity is fluid and personal, even a choice (for a man trapped in a woman's body must choose transformation). It is all rather confusing.

Gamesmanship

There are certain identity games (or so I call them) for which I have little patience. I can recall a woman at college who often dressed like a clown (she was in a clowning ministry). Somedays she'd stop fellow students on the quad, or in the hallway. She'd do her clown thing, and would always take issue -- quite defensively -- with those who insisted on calling her by her real name. No, no. You had to call her "Happy the Clown" or "Sunshine the Clown". She was not Sandy or Heather. And Happy the Clown was not above making her audience rather miserable, embarrassing folks in front of their peers as they would inadvertently (though genuinely) blurt out her REAL name; Sunshine often became quite stormy.

This sort of thing is remarkably similar to men who dress in drag. It stymies me, thoroughly, why such men demand that I refer to them in female terms -- she, her, etc. There is nothing -- at all -- female about them. They are mere imitators, mere fakes. They are male on the surface and they are male at the core. Their very chromosomes declare this to be the case. But why, why, am I expected to affirm an illusion, even a lie? Why am I expected to call Jim Smith in drag Julianna Plumbersbut? He is no Julianna, and he "ain't no woman". Why the charade? Why the lack of the genuine, the real? Why is sexual artifice preferred to what is plainly natural; why prefer Sweet and Low when one can have honey?

Alas, it is because there is nothing genuine or real. Even gays and lesbians must accept this, if they accept draq queens and sundry queer celebrations where genders are blurred, destroyed, transformed; where gender and sex are whacked out in drag bustiers or butch tags of denim, leather and chain. And since there is no "real", then it follows that sexuality and gender is not real either; nor are self and happiness and a fixed sexual nature. Sexuality is malleable, and is therefore changeable. I don't need science or scripture to tell me this, I need only look at a Gay Pride parade. People can't be proud of what they can't help but be. I am not proud I have hands, white skin, XY chromosomes, whiskers, grey hair. I am proud of the choices I have made and will make; I am proud of many of the choices I have not made. Pride, including gay pride, is all about choice. And I don't need revelation to tell me what my eyes plainly see: the secular and progressive mind is committed to changing reality, where existence precedes essence and essence is determined on a whim. You decide who and what you are. That is modern psychology to the core. And if you are comfortable doing this, if you are able to live a "meaningful and fulfilling" life -- to your own standards -- then that is modern psychological bliss.

Long Hair Is A Woman's Glory?

Several days ago I watched "The Sky Did Not Fall", an indie film-short produced by Andrew Rossi and aired on Current TV. The film documented the legalization of gay marriage by the Supreme Judicial Court of Massachusetts. It is an amazing piece of cinematography and documentary.

In the final minutes of the film, two lesbian lovers, engaged to be wed, finally pick up and complete their long-awaited marriage license. One of them notices something curious on the license: there are respective lines requesting the names of the "husband" and "wife". The spouse-to-be comments about this, sparking the following exchange:
A: One of us has to be a bride and someone has to be a groom. Who’s gonna be a bride and who’s gonna be the groom? [Pause] I get to be the bride!

B: Alright. My hair's shorter.
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My hair's shorter. Even here, in the midst of their holiest moments as a "couple", both women tacitly imply that there is a need for maleness and femaleness to make a marriage a marriage. It is a stunning moment in the film, as they speak so casually and softly to each other, breathlessly perusing the license. I'll be male -- a husband -- because I have shorter hair.

The film ends at the couple's wedding. Let me put this climax plainly: there is NOTHING ROMANTIC about the vows they exchange. In fact, their vows are thoroughly political: I will be your safe harbor from those outside who declare that what we have is not real. It is a shocking moment of emptiness.

But the whole thing is telling: gender ain't what you is, it's what you claim you is. You decide.

Hence, change must be possible.

Luke asked, finally, whether I have any idea how one might "change" or convert from homosexuality to either heterosexuality or abstention. I have no answer. But I have often wondered why it is the case that, if a marriage between two men is not about sex but loving another person, then how is it that they each can't love a woman? Surely a woman is another person. And if it is about sex AND love, gay men are limited to anal intercourse and fellatio -- really. But why is this a gender thing, then? Women have anuses and mouths; how are they excluded from being loveable and wonderful?

It is often asked how a marriage between two men (or two women), deeply in love and committed with all due fidelity, is a threat to my marriage to my wife. That's a fair challenge, for sure. But so is this: if true human relationships are all about love and commitment, how does my saying that marriage can only be between a man and a woman threaten the loving commitment between two men? Surely "marriage" is only a formal and public declaration of a couples' private love and vows. How then does not making such public declarations of gay couples' private vows threaten those vows? How does marriage as traditionally defined limit gay and lesbian love and fidelity?

But this whole thing really DOES threaten my marriage, because it threatens language, and therefore it threatens thought. Anyone who asserts that my marriage to a woman, utterly distinct from me in nearly every way, is equal to a marriage between two men -- who are not that distinct -- or two women (also not distinct), well, such an assertion is tantamount to intellectual death. A man who declares two saucers atop each other is equal to a cup atop a saucer; a woman who believes that a gun and gun is equal to a gun and a bullet; a psychologist who believes a seed on a seed is the same as a seed in the soil; a preacher who asserts that a sword inside a sword is equal to a sword in a scabbard; any one of these proponents of new identities ultimately destroys our liberal ability to think and reason. That painter who uses paint to apply paint; that sculptor who attempts to sculpt the tool in his hand with that very tool; the carpenter who hammers hammers into boards; the seamstress who threads needles with needles; the chef who roasts lamb on a lamb -- none of these are Zen koans freeing us from illusion. They are delusions freeing us from reality. This is not about being wise or enlightened. It is about dulling the mind entirely. It is devolution. It is surely not evolution.

On Homophobia

One closing note. When I was doing research for a book (finished, unpublished) I read Heterosexism: A Weapon of Homophobia, by Suzanne Pharr. She writes:
The elimination of homophobia requires that homosexual identity be viewed as viable and legitimate and as normal as heterosexual identity. It does not require tolerance; it requires an equal footing. Given the elimination of homophobia, sexual identity–whether homosexual, bi-sexual, or heterosexual–will not be seen as good or bad but simply what it is. [emphasis added]
Ms. Pharr lays down quite a hand. Clearly she sets for us the political goal: hetero-, bi- and homosexuality are "normal", and are on an equal footing. But that is not the most interesting card in her hand. For she throws down elsewhere a card with a rather bold face: in her opinion, the best way to combat opposition to homosexuality is to "keep the problem focused on the homophobic person". You see, it is not about truth, science, genes, psychology. It is about winning a fight. It is about declaring someone homophobic, and to keep hammering that point home until the opposition skulks off in embarrassment, fear, or shame. Of course, she let's us know what homophobia means:
Homophobia -- the irrational fear and hatred of those who love and sexually desire those of the same sex.
But as this essay and series have shown, opposition to homosexuality need not be rooted in fear or hatred. Rather, such opposition can be born of a love of reason. There is nothing irrational or even remotely fearful here. Hence, it can't be deemed homophobia, can it? Undoubtably, that is a problem.

Peace.

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12 comments:

D. I. Dalrymple said...

This is an excellent series, Bill. I think I missed a few posts in the middle, but I'm having trouble navigating on your blog at the moment. I don't know if you are aware of this or if it's just my issue, but your right hand nav bar with all the links and etc is missing. I'm viewing in IE. Perhaps it's just a temporary Blogger issue.

D. I. Dalrymple said...

Nevermind - it's back!

Milton Stanley said...
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Milton Stanley said...

NOTE: Sorry to keep deleted and reposting. This is the last time, even if I find more egregious errors.

Bill, you're the only blogger who writes engagingly enough for me to read a 2463-word post in one sitting.

Your arguments here are shockingly logical. That's not to say the logic itself is shocking, only the contrast between the truth of what you've written and what passes as informed discourse in the broader culture. No comparison.

Three points:

1. On the dialogue with the bride and groom lesbians, did you mean for the one to be the bride because she had shorter hair?

2. It is refreshing to read this: "It stymies me, thoroughly, why such men demand that I refer to them in female terms . . . .Their very chromosomes declare this to be the case." Exactly. I've been saying that for years and I simply can't understand why the press as a rule calls people by whatever gender they choose.

3. I had not thought so clearly about how the very idea of "homosexual marriage" threatens language and therefore thought, but you're absolutely right and that's why it matters. Orwell and others have expressed it well: civilization depends on language, and as the language decays, so does civilization.

Bill, for some reason we live in a culture where clear thinking is marginalized at best. Be encouraged that with this blog you're doing a valuable service to your fellow man. I'll be praying your work finds a wider audience, either on this blog or in other publications. Peace.

LukeBuckham said...

Hi Bill!

The exclamation point in my greeting stems from the fact that I'm happy: happy that my comment apparently helped to spark a new article, though you may have had such a piece in mind already.

I just finished reading it. But I'm going to spend more time with it before I reply, here or elsewhere, to the issues you raise.

As a matter of fact, I think my own interest in this subject, coupled with your eloquent & elegant response to my query, has inspired me to draft an article on the subject, which I will use in my magazine, and on my blog. I have other articles and poems to finish first. But I'm eager to tackle this--I think you'll be interested to find out where we agree and where we disagree. And I hope you won't mind if I quote you in my article as you quoted me in yours; I promise to be as gracious in my treatment of your voice as you've been with mine. Thanks for demonstrating such gameness and gusto.

Luke

PS--I'd also like to invite you to an art/music/poetry festival here in Keene. It's this Saturday from 5-10 pm, at 163 Water Street (that's the street that runs between Cumberland Farms and 176 Main Restaurant, off Main Street). We're holding the event in a brick building among several other storage structures, across the street from a basketball court, which makes it easy to find. Parking is scarce but it's an easy walk from downtown. I'd love to see you there.

Bill Gnade said...

Milton,

Yes, I made a mistake. I have to go back and check my notes (or watch the the film again). What was decided (partly in jest) in the film was that the woman with the shorter hair would be the groom. I have corrected the mistake. My apologies to all. And my heartfelt thanks to you, Milton, for catching a major goof!

I am grateful that you find this helpful. This is all a risk; none of this makes for popularity, at least in this part of the world. I appreciate your prayers and encouragement. And fret not about deleting comments. I do that all the time. It's a sort of obsessive-compulsive disorder no doubt, striving always for perfection. Or so I hope.

Peace, dear man.

BG

Bill Gnade said...

To everyone,

I want to point out that a major mistake was brought to my attention by Milton Stanley. I have made a correction. Forgive the blunder.

BG

Bill Gnade said...

Douglas,

Thank you for the encouragement. I hope you find the rest of it helpful, huge as it is (at least in blogging terms). I mean, the rule is that people generally do not like to read more than two screens worth of material per visit. Well, I cater to those who struggle with intellectual obesity: we're talking big meals, served slow.

Peace.

BG

Bill Gnade said...

Luke, the inimitable.

Hey. I am glad that these replies earned your respect. I know this does not mean you think me right. It is simply nice to know that you believe I have at least tried to answer your questions.

I am also glad (I think!) that you've been inspired to tackle the question on your own. Perhaps you will be so kind as to let us know when your comments are ready. I know there are people here who would genuinely like to hear your take on these difficult and divisive matters.

Hey, I have shown "gameness and gusto"! That can't be too bad, can it?

As for the invite. Are you sure you want an old man at a place where creativity will be leaping about like a faun (or fawn) in summer grass? Well, count me in (unless spousal duties call)! Hey, I love fawns (I am not big on fauns). And I am sure I will have no difficulty finding the artists' haunt. I just need to know the secret password. Tell me it isn't Rosebud, or Prune the Rovebush of the Rums Feld.

If I bring an old guitar and smash it over my head while doing 360-backsides on a burning skateboard (I'll use ethanol, I promise), and then proclaim that art is dead (as is all that should have been omitted from Madonna's corpus, which is everything), do you think your friends will want to buy me a wheat beer at the nearest pub? If so, what will I need to do to get them to buy me two wheat beers (my maximum indulgence per weekend)? Should I level Mt. Monadnock with a solar-powered belt-sander, complete with the grand announcement that I aim to give everyone -- not just the athletic -- a chance to experience that fine mountain? Or must I tattoo a toupee on my bald spot? (Honestly, it's not really a spot, is it?)

Peace.

Gnade

LukeBuckham said...

Bill,

Please feel free to bring an old guitar and smash it over your head while doing 360-backsides on a burning skateboard. That sort of activity will be quite welcome. As for your being an "old man" men older than you will be in attendence, and one of them will even be part of the show. And every one of us will be wearing tattoos on our bald spots, so you'll fit right in.

peace

LB

Milton Stanley said...

Important clarification: The error in your post was minor. The egregious errors were in my comments--grammar errors from a writer and English teacher. That's why I deleted and reposted my comment twice (And no, I won't tell you what my errors were!). Peace.