Why Are Faggots So Afraid of Faggots?
From the IndieBound review: “As… gay sexual culture morphs into ‘straight-acting dudes hangin’ out,’ what are the possibilities for a defiant faggotry that challenges the assimilationist norms of a corporate-cozy lifestyle?”
I’m in kind of an odd place, vis-a-vis masculinity. I’m a trans guy, but not massively, roaringly masculine. I’m a queer guy, but not snappingly, swangan’ly feminine. I’m just kind of a guy. I’m told my gender expression would have been right at home circa 1954, when it was perfectly acceptable for a man to declare things “keen” and “nifty.” And I certainly didn’t go to all the hard work of shedding feminine gender expectations just to jump into another, almost equally restrictive set.
I would also like to read this book at one point :3
I saw Rev reblogged this, and saw the “male circa 1954 thing” without seeing who the OP was. And the mental image that immediately came to mind was a doe-eyed white guy with brown hair. And I thought “aw, cute”.
Then I realised I imagined Marty. And Marty was the OP.