Since I have been out since I was 5 or 6. This would of been mid 1960s, in the great Aussie bush land, where a guy would get beaten up for wearing white socks, as a poofter would only ever wear withe socks. OMG it was tough, and I made it even tougher for not standing down on the issue of homosexuality. I even had an uncle take me out to shoot me, but he did not have the balls, for fear someone may be watching, that he could not see and I still would not back down; yes this strong stubbornness was to also lead to one being torched, but I still never ever backed down, I was what I am!
But this not only lead one to be strong when so many were not, to fight for homosexuality to be decriminalised, and taken off the mental health act, then standing buy the gay community while so many fleed and did nothing during the Gay Plague Era; as well the years of hate and abuse I have received at RJ, for not seeing things the same way as many of the off centre left do; but still I do not back down.
So for me as an Aussie Poofter, the issue of race and homosexuality are very diffrent issues. But when many white American homosexuals, and bisexual want to play the victims, they are happy to compare what they preserve as their fight and struggle as the same balck Americans had and have, and if you are a gay black man in America, you get a double whammy; also homosexuals and bisexuals can hid their sexuality, a black man can not hid his his colour.
But in my world in Oz race has never been a major issue, but saddly over time it may become one, because of the negative impact illegal immigration is having on this Great Southern land.
I think what gets me is you have bisexuals, who receive all the rewards for being pseudo straight family men; then when they are middle age and reached the peak of their careers, and no more have a need for the wife and kids, they want to be seen as gay men; just like me; when in fact they are nothing like me or my brothers, as we have never been straight breeding family men. Oh they have received all the rewards of being straight, but now also want to play the victom. My family made me do it, this and that made me do it; I am the victim please, as if we are all the same or one. They should of grown balls and tryed to be an out gay child in the 1960s in the Aussie bush; I was more of a man at the age of 10, than they will be at 60.
We are not one and never have been.