Familiarity breeds contempt
One of my Facebook friends posted this. I commented on it, then deleted my comment. Then I re-wrote and edited my original comment and posted it again. After that, I deleted it once more and abandoned my comment plan. This particular FB friend is vocal about and fiercely dedicated to LGBTQ civil rights, and I didn’t want to risk offending a FB friend. I’ve lost FB friends before for no good reason. Juvenile pique, I think.
There is a fundamental disconnect here that I just can't get my head around. If I was bisexual, why would I want anyone to know it? And, if I was gay, why would I want anyone to know that as well? Or, even if I was heterosexual, why the hell would I want anyone to know that? The point is, why the hell would I want anyone to know - even to know about - my private business? I just can't get my head around that. I can't process that. It's not that it's secret - not at all. It's that it's private. Get it? I get off on privacy more than publicity.
Even if I was heterosexual, why the hell would I want anyone to know about my private business? I just can't get my head around it. I can't process that.
Is it that I harbor a retarded and pathological repression of natural sexuality, or is it that many people today cultivate a retarded and selfish, ridiculous and just plain wrong exaggeration of it?
Gay pride actually retards my regard for sexual minorities. I mean, it diminishes my regard more than enhances it because of the selfishness and violence it represents. Selfishness in the sense of being inordinately concerned with oneself. Violence in the sense that it is a violation - a violation against me. What violation? A violation of privacy. My right not only not to know their private information, plus my right not to be attacked with it - information which, properly speaking, is none of my damned business. Most of all is my right not to have their genitals rubbed in my face.
LGBTQ advocates might say that sexuality - including minority sexual orientations which fall within the spectrum of natural human sexuality and are therefore equally “normal” as traditional heterosexuality - is natural and healthy, and that frank discussion of it and even the public celebration of it is also normal, healthy and appropriate for a human being. Disagreement is a pathology. But I think that is a particularly modern perspective, a post-sexual revolution, post gay-rights perspective, as well. I accept the argument of a natural spectrum of human sexuality, and I do not oppose gays or their rights. In fact, I encourage homosexuals to go ahead and be as gay as they want. Go for it! But without privacy, our humanity is diminished. Our credibility as human beings is compromised, and we are over-estimating something which, while important, is not that important.
I’ve been crying “Privacy!” to the wind for decades, and no one seems to be having it. It breaks my heart that my position isn’t even recognized because people are so dedicated to self-promotion, self-actualization, self-expression, self-fulfillment, self-celebration. My suggestion is simply invalidated from the get-go. Maybe that’s why I like living in Japan, where the Self is inferior to the Group. I’ve written before that my ideas about privacy might stem from growing up in a large family where domestic peace relied on a strict regard for boundaries.
This privacy debate contributed to my separation from the church in which I grew up when my former minister tried to tell me that Christians aren’t entitled to privacy, and that to be a Christian required us to be practicing bisexuals. I suggested that if we all minded our own business then there’d be no problem and we’d all get along, but he wasn’t having it. To be a Christian (in today’s world) means minding your fellows’ business. That’s enough of that, I thought.
But I could be wrong.