There's something so rich yet so final about a group of gay men in San Francisco, lead by Rep. Scott Weiner and his merry band of supervisors, who have had it up to their eyeballs in perineums. You see, the nudists, a collective of mostly gay men who, minus everything but a fanny pack around their aged waists, have made life in the Castro district a living hell for the families and family-friendly businesses of the neighbor by parading their wares in front of the child.
You know, think about the children:
Reporting from Slate.com:
"If you want to know what the gay mainstream looks like, watch the hearings, which the board of supervisors has posted online. You’ll see old men and middle-aged moms, gentlemen in suits and dudes in T-shirts, stepping to the microphone to say enough is enough. There’s the well-appointed yuppie who says he and his partner just want “our neighborhood back.” The representative from the local merchants association who says 17 of 20 nearby businesses, many of them gay-owned, have reported that the naked guys are hurting sales. The hairdresser outraged at the outdoor “nudist living room” that’s alienating his clients who “complain to me when they come into the salon. They are offended by the visual display, and some are hesitant to return."
This, by the way, is what we've been asking for and we can't have both, now can we? We can have middle-class respectability and the approval of the state and the impulse to be sexual liberated (which was all but eviscerated in the 1980s) living together in some Utopian fantasy. And, of course, the white, middle-class view has, as it has so many other times in moments like these, that it's hardly worth getting worked up over.
Personally, I'm less offended by a bunch of old men parking their sagging derrieres around town than I am listening to a bunch of gay men and lesbian woman lecturing me about how they want to pick the time and place of their choosing when they can expose their children to nudity.
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