If you live in New York, you get used to certain divisions. Walking down the Grove-Christopher St. apex into Sheridan Square, one sees billboards not to be found anywhere else in the city–currently a Svedka ad, with the robot-woman sopkesperson laying lengthwise beneath the caption ‘Support Robot-Robot Marraige’. The city is divided, as commerical time-slots, by wealth and demographic, and one is often reminded that the place where one lives, while perhaps not a full-on red state, has it’s red and blue areas.
It’s when this attitude extends to beyond the states in general that one is startled to attention. This week has been a strange sort of mini-documentary of transnational uneasiness at the thought of gay sex–or even a softcore gay aesthetic. And true to form, the sort of light political incidents that make a trending topic of homophobia always seem to work in threes. This week:
-A gay couple is bounced from a London pub for PDA (which incites a national kiss-in protest)
-Facebook calls a red alert on some not particularly salacious photos of gay love
-Prime Minister David Cameron wants to outlaw gay kissing before 9 pm on british television due to pressure from a certain Mother’s Union.
The real question is why such a thing as a ‘Mother’s Union’ is allowed to exist at all. From any child (certainly any gay child’s) personal experience, Mothers are the most harmful human beings in one’s immediate sphere–surely more to blame for stripping a child of it’s innocence than any two-dimensional figure on a television screen.