We All Have It. Nobody Admits It.

People don’t always realize when they are being prejudiced. Even more strange are the prejudices within groups discriminated against by the more mainstream America. Mark has always told me about how even among blacks there is a resentment against light skin blacks, or ‘High Yellow’ as it is called, by darker blacks. Conversely, Light skin blacks can sometimes hold a prejudice against dark ‘African’ blacks. I think this might be Clarence Thomas’ problem. Mark himself sometimes surprises me when he goes off on the Haitians here in Florida. He thinks they might have tails, but I’m pretty sure they don’t or they’d keep getting them caught in the doors of their brown 1987 Toyota Celica’s.

Every June, around the world, gay people have their ‘Gay Pride’ parades and celebrations. From the press coverage you’d think we were one big gay happy family that loves everyone. This of course is a lovely fantasy that apparently all politicians believe when they pander to the ‘GLBTCH’(Gay, Lesbian, Bi-sexual, Transgender, Cross-dresser, Hermaphrodite) community. The truth is that since gayness shows up in all races, income strata, and social castes, a rich white Republican gay man can be just as racist as anyone against a poor black gay man. Even if the white man is attracted to the black man sexually, he still will harbor racist attitudes against him in all other facets of life.

I of course am a loving, all inclusive fair minded gay man who would never hold prejudices against my gay/lesbian brothers and sisters. Unless of course you’re talking about the drag queens. God I can’t stand to be around drag queens, especially the ones that have had the breast implants. For some reason they demand to be treated like a lady. Not a liberated lady, but the type of woman they remember in their mind from ‘Leave it to Beaver’. Unfortunately they usually look like and act like a slut from a porn movie called ‘Heave it to Beaver’. To me they are just a guy in a dress, usually an ugly guy in a dress. The weirdest encounter I’ve ever had was the night Dennis and I stumbled upon ‘Cross-Dressers Night’ at a bar on Clark Street in Chicago. These were not all gay guys in dresses, but mostly "straight" men in what looked like my Grandma’s house frocks. They didn’t shave their legs or arms and a lot of them didn’t wear wigs, but tried to tease up their own thinning hair. It was surreal.

There is another group, the leather men, that I just don’t understand. My impression is that it’s just the refuge of ugly fat men who don’t want to compete against the more main stream gays. Instead they just settle for another fat hairy guy in leather assless chaps with the criss-cross leather straps across the chest. The criss-cross leather straps are there apparently to lift and separate his man-boobs. These guys act like they are big tough manly men, but usually when you catch them without their leather drag on, they are just as big a queen as the next gay guy.

I have to go now, I have a busy day ahead of me sorting through my Barbara Streisand recordings and picking up fresh flowers for my Judy Garland altar. Later I’ll be updating my other web-site, LarryCraigwasFramed.com.