5 grudnia 2014

Czego nienawidzi homofob?

Wydawało mi się, że z definicji, odpowiedź na to pytanie jest oczywista: homofob nienawidzi homoseksualistów. Ale w trakcie lektury „Moab is my washpot” Stephena Fry’a (skądinąd wyoutowanego od dawien dawna geja) znalazłam fragment, który trochę zachwiał tym poglądem. Oddaję więc głos temu brytyjskiemu komikowi i pozostawiam to bez komentarza:

That one can love another of the same gender, that is what the homophobe really cannot stand. Love in all eight tones and all five semitones of the world’s full octave. Love as agape, Eros and philos; love as romance, friendship and adoration; love as infatuation, obsession and lust; love as torture, euphoria, ecstasty and oblivion (this is beginning to real like a Calvin Klein perfume catalogue); love as need, passion and desire.

All the rest of it, parking your dick up an arse, slurping at a helmet, whipping, frotting, peeing, pooing, squatting like a dog, dressing up in plastic and leather – all these go on in the world of boy and girl too: and let’s be clear about this, they go on more – the numbers make it so. Go into a sex shop, skim through some pornography, browse the Internet for a time, talk to someone in the sex industry. You think homosexuality is disgusting? Then, it follows, it follows as the night the day, that you find sex disgusting, for there is nothing done between two men and two women that is, by any objective standard, different from that which is done between a man and a woman.