“There is a destructive impulse inside many white gay men, where they become cruel or child-like or spineless out of a rage about not having the privileges that straight men of our race take for granted. They have grief about not being able to subjugate everyone else at will. Sometimes this gets expressed as a grandiose yet infantile capitulation to the powers that be— even at the expense of their own community.”—Sarah Schulman, The Gentrification of the Mind: Witness to a Lost Imagination (via fagcity)
I think I am sometimes rageful about these things and grief of feeling powerful. Not powerful perse. Perhaps it is what I mean but too cowardly to admit. Going to think more on this.
“His primary strategy for coping with AIDS was to make inappropriate jokes. When he died, he was writing a column for POZ entitled ‘Sex Up the Ass.’ Considering that anyone who got within five feet of David’s ass at that point in his life would have been sprayed with diarrhea, this was typically hostile. David had a talent for making everyone feel as uncomfortable as he did.”—John Weir, in his obituary for David B. Feinberg (POZ, March 1995)