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Read this as if it didn’t happen this morning. Read this as if it didn’t happen to you, or me. Or, read it as it is written. Your choice. I just wish it didn’t happen.

Yet it didn’t take too much time for things to heat up in my world ( you know what I mean).  The right wins, because they own the left in America. Crypto-fascists cannot be trusted. I will write more on that when myhead is more clear.

Do you believe in coincidence? I don’t.

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They are everywhere. And watching. Listening, but not hearing; looking without seeing. And don't even think they have feelings--they don't.

But two people that came here to live the American dream, who ‘rode across’ in gasoline tanks, and walked across deserts, and mountains with a liter of water and worn out shoes–people who came,  and worked hard, and  lived nearly free in a foreign country are no longer amongst the ‘free’ in the ‘land of the free’.

They are at INS-ICE lockup, down  in […]. I can’t tell you the all the details of how they actually get here,  as I  do not want  to add to their misery with more useless ‘facts,’ which are always ‘ammunition’ for right wingers, crypto-fascists and ‘officials’ of government.

This morning at8:30 a.m. I got a call–the INS had come to round up a few “illegals” who were living in […].

My caretaker says ”  They wanted to know if […] and […] live here.”

I said “Don’t open the door. They can’t come in without a warrant.”

He said ” It’s too late. They had some serious looking papers. They came earlier, and your phone was turned off. They took […] and […] and they even asked me for papers. But they were here specifically for those two. They had pictures, and some papers.”

I said “But they can’t do that–she is here seeking asylum! She filed papers and …,” and I stewed about how ignorant people are– of the warrant requirement.

He said “They took her anyways. I don’t know what she was saying because I don’t speak […], but she was crying, and had papers in her hand-and[…] was crying too, and he tried to explain that she was here as an asylum seeker. They left a card and a number for you to call.”

I was outraged. I was pissed–in fact, there are no words to describe what I am feeling now. Flashbacks maybe, or just fucking pissed. And I never imagined […] could cry–he is such a stoic.

For the record, I am not  ‘family’, and I cannot speak with them unless I am their lawyer, advocate or other legally appointed representative.

Both of them are people that I ate with; played volleyball with; shared language, and learning with, and planted flowers with all summer long; and people who i cooked for, who always acted overly polite when offered it  ‘small portions, only  please,’ (!), but who always gave me huge plates of theirs saying ‘”try this. I used to serve it in a restaurant back home -try it”.

And i would eat, and never ask for seconds because it was worth thirds. It was THAT good.

“Did you get any paperwork at all?”

“No,” he says, ” It was all so fast…she was cooking breakfast …and…”

“The law says they have to leave paperwork,”  I said, not sure of the law and immigration or myself at that moment. I remembered that they put their names on the mailbox: “he” was giggling, her future husband was teasing “her” about having a home…

Turns out he–my caretaker- let them in–so, no paperwork required. See what happens when everybody doesn’t know the rules…?

I had been trying to drum up money to buy them a restaurant–my thought had been to buy an old house, and start it as a soup and coffee shop. Their idea was far more humble–they only wanted a stand in a market. They could hide easier amongst others in similar situations.

Both of ‘them’ were driven off in ” a big white van” this morning. Name it shame it, tame it–then claim it,  mother fuckers, but this ain’t even started yet, was my first thought.

Time will tell, was my second–and my third thought? Refer to the first thought if time don’t open it’s mouth pretty damn quick.

‘He’ was a fry cook, and ‘she’ was fleeing a country that was recently on the U.S. ‘watch list’ of potential terror ‘supporters’.  She was also a domestic violence victim: her husband told her that he would chop her into pieces and cook her if she ran away.

And when she told me that story, she would laugh, and then, look away nervously, or at her new mate, who, as it turns out […] was her ‘old love’ as well; her lover back home, and itwas he who paid her way here, too. They planned to get married…

So she ran away anyways, against her husbands ‘will’.  ‘Welcome to America,’ I remember telling her with an odd ‘paternal’ happiness–happy that I could provide a home.

She and her would-be-future-brother-in-law will be flown ‘home’ after a hearing or two, I am told, to live once again next to a trembling volcanoe. Her love–the man she ran away to be with, will remain here, because he has the right paperwork.

Or: he or  I can pay for a lawyer, and be told the same thing i was told last time: they can extend it by a year, and then, maybe, she will be able to stay–but, like last time, if experience is any kind of teacher, she will be sent back anyways, and right quick.

But likely, she will be dumped just across the Mexican border, in Juarez, like so many are these days, as the U.S. refuses to accept some forms of paperwork from ‘illegals.’

But fuck you, and anyone who shits on ‘the little people’: capital FUCK, littler you, and anyone who condones this, or pushed for it to happen–team ‘community snitch’ ala the Patriot Act. The problem is, it’s always the ‘wrong’ people getting shipped out of here, and the ‘right’ ones remaining.  And when I say right, I mean–that was really, really wrong.

Is Frank Miller a Crypto-New atheist? A Fascist?  After all, he uses the label ‘rapist’ interchageably to label all protest or opposition.

That’s neo-syncretism* in action!

“The man behind such famed comic series as “Batman: The Dark Knight Returns,” “Sin City” and “300,” in fact, is entirely against the Occupy Wall Street movement.

“‘Occupy’ is nothing but a pack of louts, thieves, and rapists, an unruly mob, fed by Woodstock-era nostalgia and putrid false righteousness,” Miller wrote in a blog entry last week. “These clowns can do nothing but harm America,”

more here, from the Huffington Post.

Miller, once believed that  ‘if you give corporations an inch, they will take a mile’, and even used the proverb on his book covers.  For a man who has gained notoriety by fighting corporations via the medium of comic books, and film, he is apparently a different person in real life–or does life imitate art, and in fact, his comic book persona is the real Frank Miller?

Miller writes at his blog-cum-fascist-propaganda disseminating tool:

The “Occupy” movement, whether displaying itself on Wall Street or in the streets of Oakland (which has, with unspeakable cowardice, embraced it) is anything but an exercise of our blessed First Amendment. “Occupy” is nothing but a pack of louts, thieves, and rapists, an unruly mob, fed by Woodstock-era nostalgia and putrid false righteousness. These clowns can do nothing but harm America.

“Occupy” is nothing short of a clumsy, poorly-expressed attempt at anarchy, to the extent that the “movement” – HAH! Some “movement”, except if the word “bowel” is attached – is anything more than an ugly fashion statement by a bunch of iPhone, iPad wielding spoiled brats who should stop getting in the way of working people and find jobs for themselves.

This is no popular uprising. This is garbage. And goodness knows they’re spewing their garbage – both politically and physically – every which way they can find.”

But Frank’s commenters aren’t having any of it, and in fact, some of them are downright pissed.

Dan Calvisi, a screenwriter, aptly notes that Miller is a hypocrite, and a bully who has forgotten where he comes from. He writes that the war on terror has come home in a way that was unpredictable–Americans enforcing a moral code of silence–against each other!

“So how should the rest of us fight terror?” He asks.

Oh, right, by not rocking the boat. Never complaining, just stewing in our anger and writing angry screeds online and in comic books. Gettin’ the ol’ job done, aren’t we, Frank?[…]

“Remember the Frank Miller who donated to groups that supported creator-owned companies? The guy who printed “Give ’em an inch, they’ll take a Mile” in big bold letters on the back cover of one of his books? He was talking about CORPORATIONS, not big government. “

Today, Everywhere you look, crypto-fascists are slipping into every internet dialogue–but you would never know it, until it is too late, because their main selling point is the outwardly noble idea of building an online “community,” around an emerging syncretic use of the meme  that ‘rapists are everywhere!”

To fascists, if you are not ‘with them’ you are ‘against them,’ because fascism feeds on the primacy of fear, and eats everything in front of them in real time here and now, forgetting what lies down the road, or what seeds their boots are marching over–seeds that were planted in the not too distant past.

Fascists are like locusts, or as in Millers own artwork, flying dogs masquerading as superheroes. And in their minds, they actually believe they are the good guys–and they work hard to get you to buy-in to that message. They want that message in your mind.

But in the world of comic books,and the internet, sometimes the opposite is true of any character. The ‘good’ guy is the bad guy and …?

Frank Miller once said that if you give a corporation "one inch, they will take a mile."

Frank Miller once said that if you give a corporation "one inch, they will take a mile." Do you know your newspaper delivery dog?

That sounds reasonable enough, possible for most of us doesn’t it? But there is nothing reasonable about the methods they all choose to sell these messages: while community for some, means walking outside butt naked to get the newspaper, for others, it means having it delivered to their office.

So what harm is there when one  group builds community by walking around naked, and the other does it by upholding  privacy or power?  Either way, trapped as they are in dualism, it seems they all forget that some  others only use the newspaper as a temporary shelter to cover themselves while sleeping on bus benches…

Never mind the American political system in real life that frames everything in dualistic terms of a right and a left, white and black, male and female, gay or straight, as each ‘side’ seeks what they think is moral high ground. Fascism is an equal opportunity hate movement that exploits differences, and conflates meaning, because fascism is, at its root, syncretic, and unapologetic about it.

Frank Miller clip called ” Girls”. The world, and women are black and white to Miller

What defines fascism is that it is a unifying force that attempts to define a sense of community based on ‘us versus them mentality’ that precludes, negates, and actively discourages conversation, while ‘electing’ populist leaders; and actively seeks to silence alternative viewpoints with brute thuggery, usually directed at the poor, the marginalized, the homeless, the carpet baggers, and especially, those who don’t pick up an axe when told to do so.

Discussion is meaningless without context, and no conversation is context free– except the one where you dehumanize or otherwise stigmatize a participant or a group of them. Attempting to silence a participant, has such an effect, but stigmatizing can be much greater, in both the long and the short term, because the axe of fascism hides behind community. And dualism of religion, like fascism relies on black and white narratives.

Yet history shows us that movements which resort to such tactics are often short lived themselves–and  populism, with it’s ‘chosen’ leaders who most often speak syncretic ‘newspeak’, often end where they started–nowhere, and everywhere you look, as figureheads who will be ridiculed long after the movements they attempted fail, leaving a trail of actual harms that they have caused.

The root of Fascism is only as deep or elusive as your own day to day decisions within ‘your community’.

While many have tried, none have succeeded in fully describing or identifying the essential conditon of fascism. Or, for my point here, the essential pre-condition. What is this essential condition that enables the creation of communities that for whatever reason rise and fall on the merits of such ideologies as fascism?

I would like to suggest that the exclusive pre-condition for fascism to take root is that one has a right, a duty, or even, an obligation to enforce syncretism of beliefs , and the commitment to that expression of sentiment is prized above all.

Umberto Eco struggled with that definitional problem, and decided that there is not one defining character trait so much as a collusion of traits, but that of the 14 that he identified, only one condition need be met to allow the other conditions to coagulate around it.

A few features and group wide character traits and that I find useful from Eco are Disagreement Is Treason, Selective Populism, Obsession with a Plot and the hyping-up of an enemy threat, and especially pertinent to my subject, “The Cult of Action for Action’s Sake.These apply to the current situation, and Miller as well, if we view him as a real person, rather than a cartoon.

Marxist’s suggest ( as Marxists always do) that fascism is a right wing thing, that has a distinct tendency to ‘smash the working classes,’ and is marked by an authoritarian rule, and totalitarian policies. Also, they generally would not agree with the statement that “America is a fascist country” despite mountains of evidence to the contrary in recent decades.

Frank Miller at the "X-Files: I Want To B...

Frank Miller


Amadeo Bordiga disagrees with the mainstream socialist version, and posits that fascism is just  unexceptional, bourgeois rule, doing the sort of things that the middle classes do to gain, or maintain power.

And, most presciently and quite famously, George Orwell ( himself almost a cliche’ in such discussions) said that the word fascism and the word bully could easily be used in place of the other in any dialogue, because it had lost it’s currency as a meaningful symbol in a discussion.

So where does that leave us? where does that leave my opinion about Frank Miller if we can’t call him a fascist? He is not wrong that a certain percentage of 99%er’s are just there for something to do–taking action for actions sake. And maybe he is just kidding around. But I think he is wrong on so many other levels.

I think the best place to start is to say that Millers own work is almost to a fault, bleak,dystopian, and short-sighted, especially his view of women, all of whom conform to some form or another of the beauty myth.Films almost dark and foreboding to the point it leaves you depressed after a viewing ( Sin City). Miller himself; his views of the world, and the women in that world are  reductionist, and syncretic as well.

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Is Miller Just Joker-ing around or is He a Big Asshole?

Yet I like to believe that a better world is possible. And that a more fair minded community is possible as well. So do the 99% ‘s.

And in my mind, anyone who would disagree with that statement could be called a fascist–but that would be an inaccurate representation of the word because Miller doesn’t speak for anyone but himself. He is an individual with an opinion, albeit a potentially influential one.

But using the word that way dulls our collective ability to see actual fascism in action, taking actual action against others–because the fascists require a community of like minded ‘individuals,’ and then, they require a ‘popular leader’ who sanctions such activity. Those are the ones to watch out for, because by definition, fascists believe that they are ‘all one, only when they are united.’

So while the term fascism might be passe’ it is not less pertinent. It’s just taken a beating as a useful term. And the fact that the dualistic paradigms are currently in a bloody competition to co-opt or blame each other, and each defile each others right to speak, and some amongst them take actions that mirror what Marxists called the right wing, it doesn’t make them any more or less right–it makes them both sound more ‘dumbed down’ by the minute, more factually incorrect, more historically revisionist; more academically fraudulent, and more thuggish by their actions.

So, at the root, syncretic is a better word that describes this set of actions–this tendency to attempt to oversimplify, and merge competing ideologies is syncretic by definition; and then, to demonize and dehumanize legitimate protest  on both sides of the cultural divide to the point where you are willing to violate another’s sense of community is as Eco pointed out, ur-fascism. But perhaps, because their are other factors at oplay in the current dynamic, by both sides in the discussion, neo-syncreticism probably more accurately describes the emerging dynamics.

Add to that the idea of a dumbed down community that acts only on instructions of ‘authorities’; add willing subscribers to sound bytes mixed with dogma’s and ideologies or new theologies, healthy portions of cyber-space, splattered with cyber revenue, and associated profits of fame, and you have another word that could be added to make a phrase. Then, add to that a willingness–a desperation almost to destroy community as much as to build it, and you have a sum total phrase: neo-syncretic capitalism.

And even though on the surface they are not actively a fascist movement–yet– these syncretics ARE steeped in hypocrisy, eagerly dispensing  soundbytes, and winning over the short attention spans of men like Frank Miller, because, ironically, no matter how far to the right his dismissive statements of legitimate protest are? He is fully synchronized with the new-atheists, feminists, and the police state in the unified call that all protesters are rapists.

It looks like we only have an inch or two to go before the circle is completed–look at the new boss! Same as the old boss! and the new religion takes over the old one. But I won’t wait around: I have my own scripts to write, and they’re full of grey area.

Well, anyways–I needed a break away from ‘white people‘, and all of that violence, and political bad touch that they bring with them. It always precedes one kind or another of  their wars.

And the white women!! OMG!!  They scare even me with their desire to lift up women’s burqa’s, and peek under the skirts of culture.

No man–no PUA or MRA– could ever dream up a plan to get between women’s legs that is any greater, or more diabolical, capitalistic, or more invasive than the white women and ‘feminists’ have done to get a peek at Somali‘s and their clitorises.

So I went out and got hammered last night, bummed out. But really, my thoughts  started a few weeks before, when  I was talking to Skinny, in Somali. And we were talking about Moqtar, Aayan Hirsi Ali’s cousin.

The Somali’s I know like to gossip. No big deal, we do it every time we meet, and this time it was just me and Skinny talking about Aayan. But I was trying to clear a few things up in my own mind about who she is, and I couldn’t remember her.

Then Skinny,* the film maker  says  ” You remember when we were sitting at[…] that coffee shop? It was me and you and Moqtar?”

“Nope,” I said. “I know too many Somali’s–and they’re all Moqtars too.”

“No, no, you would know this guy, He’s  handsome guy. You know,”  he says, pointing to his HP computer screen.

“This one.”

Oh! The picture is from Vancouver, and he sits with a lovely long nosed girl. Then I remembered him. Moqtar is very distinctive, and very handsome from what I remembered–and in my way of remembering, or categorizing Somali’s, he looks more Isaaq than Darod.

Well, I say to Skinny,”Lots of atheists are talking about Aayan these days,” and in my mind I couldn’t remember why she was filed in my mental Rolodex at all. I can only remember something about her “passport, a scandal, or the Dutch Parliament.”

An atheist took me to task on that awhile ago [ @19 and onwards] , and virtually called me a cunt over my response. But I am a forgiving sort, well aware of the cunty sensitivities of some cunty atheists–especially the white, middle class female ones who have so little to grasp at apparently, that they can only hate you with their vaginas, despite their padded bank accounts, new cars, and Macy’s points cards…

I remember now where my thoughts about Aayan came from to begin with–from Moqtar and Skinny, the last time I saw them.  We were talking about a film.

And I remember how tall she  seemed last time I saw her; but many Somali women are tall, once you learn how to talk to them.

“You remember,” Skinny says. “She made the film.”

Well anyways, we sure did share a laugh about how white women rapeflate everything; how they try to get close to “other women”–and how the cultural practice of FGM is conflated with ‘religious practice’ by the white folks from the ‘west’–even if their rapeflation often misses the ‘nuance’ of how corrupted culture’s that themselves are slaves to religion, view THEMSELVES.

And we laughed about how rapeflation causes many Somali’s to distrust the latest form of western cultural imperialism–feminism.

After all, Africans are used to cultural Imperialism defining them, and defining their bodies as property–no one has anyything on Somali’s in the discussion of slavery, except maybe, West Africans.

Africans are used to having scientists quantify them in some bizarre Linnaean system of social order: measurements of their character, viewed through binoculars and microscopes, and reduced to the status of bugs.

No big deal. Just me, and Skinny, and Moqtar, chatting about Aayan, and western cluelessness.It became nearly a decade long conversation that shined a lens into a culture that desperately seeks affirmation, yet struggles with the mechanics of self governance amidst a climate of western projection.

And all of the recent scrutiny of their bodies, their practices, and their ‘selling points’ is coming from females–western females, with western concepts of power, not least of which is sexual in nature…

And we laughed about the Tanzanian word firconi…[to be continued…]

Nicking Clits, and Slippery Slopes: Aayan Speaks about inept western Medicine, and its genital references.

BTW: Fuck the American Association of Pediatrics–they are the folks who allowed America to whack little boys penises in half with circumcision for the last 100 plus years ( and counting)

* He has a Somali name, which has been changed into the English, to confuse the informants and the spooks whose dialect begins and ends in Mogadishu.

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Goats are always butting heads, even when they don't mean to. It's what they do!

Anyone who knows me–I mean, really knows me–knows that I hide out under bridges all day long, waiting for the little goats to clatter across and poop on my head.

And I am always surprised–no; astounded, when they stop instead, and smell the flowers that I planted in the pots that sit directly above the keystones. I am even more stupefied when they don’t nibble the leaves off, or poop on my head!

So many discussions that take place on the internet are just that–a bunch of useless crap, and you always go away feeling like you’ve been used somehow, or cannibalized for someones political agenda.

Moreover, I am most surprised when I realize that some of the goats who tramp across the internet all day long are not goats at all! But real human beings, with real issues that affect them every day too–just like me! Sharon,  who writes at Day in the life of a Busy Gal, is one of those people that I bumped into in such a way.

Sharon gave me an award, and I do not deserve it.

Versatile Blogger Award

And, anyone who knows me, also knows that I hate notes passed around the classrooms, because they always carry the implication that some get to read the note, while others are denied the contents of the secret missives.

Worse, some use note- passing to actually and deliberately cause harm!  Which has a net effect of disenfranchising some at the expense of others.  I don’t like those kind of people at all.

 

Awards I Do Not Deserve, no, really, I do not deserve this; no–I do NOT DESERVE THIS AWARD. Let me tell you the five hundred ways I do not deserve this award, and about who deserves it more (my mom)[*sound of curtain being yanked open as big huge hook comes out and grabs me by the neck, and !YANKS! me off stage*]

Goats butting heads.

 

When I say that there is a difference between people and goats, it may sound like I am being only half serious–which is true–but also, I am pointing to the fact that many people seek a society– a sense of belonging somewhere–at the expense of questioning where it is that they are fitting in! Most people are just like a herd of goats.

So I will warn any and all who might be reading that I carefully avoid herds, and herd behaviors like religion, feminism, militants, most atheists and skeptics, junk science, conservatives, most serial murderers (…), and the cult of the high-flying pigs. All of them have the net effect of forcing me to suspend reason and rational thought, by playing on one fear or another, or by manipulating my perceptions and suspending my belief in my own ability to reason.

And that,  so that I have a seat at the table–or my snout in a trough as it were.

Perhaps I am  a battle-scarred, presumptive, distrustful man who resists attempts at  socialization in any form, and who resists my people-loving, generous, impulsive, trusting nature, because there is too much baggage attached to western society and it’s presumptions for and about people–and I resist how that society will use us.

Worse, because I come from that society too, I must be cautious at all times, and fight any attempts  to be included in societies  presumptions about me.Because I am male, I have to be extra cautious, and we know how our society views males right? They seem to only like us when we are mangina’s

I choose unusual tools to fight with: race class, gender, and the intersectionality of them–the sliding scales of privilege and power that fence us all in. Sometimes I choose the tools they use, like racial stereotyping; other times I choose to employ “good advice”that we all can use or learn from; but always, I try to have a laugh with it, even if to myself.

I hope you do to. I know Sharon does: because how else could she have read my work, after all of my “white women this and white women that?”

Proof that she checks her own baggage at the door, and applies her tongue to her cheek, and makes friends the old fashioned way: by acknowledging that we are all different, and individual, despite what the feminist word mangler would have us believe.

So:

To accept this award I must:

1. Formally thank the person who gave me the award [x]

2. List 7 things about myself that others might not know about me [x]

3. Pass it on the award to 15 other bloggers […you will have to wait on that…[…]

4. Inform the bloggers I have given them the award.[ see number 3]

Thanks Sharon–you have made more than one of my days worth the sardonic echoes of laughter that I hear when I gaze into my late night bowl of soup, and realize that the mirror next to me has a crack in it–and it’s probably because  all the noodles in the bowl are out to get me…

Mental health Trigger Warning--oh shit, it’s too late! The warning came AFTER the meltdown!! AGAIN!?!

😉

One of my all time favorite movies is Midnight Cowboy, for reasons that go beyond being a mere devotee of the acting of Dustin Hoffman, or  the music of Henry Nilsson, a fan of the young Jon Voight, or practitioner of  deconstructionism. Or the fact that  it only got a showing at the seedy theaters in my town when it came out.

It is one of the best, most insightful scripts I have ever read too, and in fact the background guys–like song writer Fred Neil, and script writer Waldo Salt, who survived and thrived after being blacklisted during the red scare of McCarthy–are more incredible than the actors .

Here’s the intro clip:

Midnight Cowboy is the only X rated film in history to ever receive an Oscar. Maybe it was the “gay theme” or maybe it was because it was one of the rare films in all of history to examine the issue of women who sexually abuse young boys; and how women are complicit, if not instrumental  in shaping the sexuality of children (no pun intended–but you will see what I mean). Here is a bit of Joe Bucks nightmare:

Zoom close-up -- Anastasia screaming soundlessly...
... thermometer under Little Joe's tongue... 
... Sally Buck shoves chocolate in her mouth... 
... bewigged poodle licks her fingers... 
... Sally Buck hangs enema can on bedpost... 
... Ratso leads ratpack chasing naked Anastasia... 
... corona of flashlights...

I still remember the run-down, dirty white theater fronts that had it up on the marquee in blue letters, or red; and everything about cowboys fascinated me in that era.Certainly everything about the forbidden letter X fascinated me too.

Being stoic, self reliant, silently suffering  cowboys was what they taught boys to be back then, and to think about being when we got older–little men running around with guns that go *BANG!*,  fighting the bad Indians, and the ‘bad men’ who were-apparently-everywhere. And certainly, we were taught to always tip our hats for the ladies–even if they were sticking enemas in our asses.

But by the time I was old enough to watch it myself, some fifteen or years later, it showed me some things about cowboys that John Wayne and the other cowboy as uber-man posturing of that era never did, and I liked that too.

But I like Midnight Cowboy because it’s just plain old, incredibly good film, full of stunningly complex images that are explained to us with remarkable simplicity.

Midnight Cowboy

Original Movie Poster

Very few films address sex and gender imbalances in ways that are inclusive of the recognition that men are engendered in certain ways that women cannot, or will not understand, even when they see it in action. Women as a rule are either not equipped to understand the male experience, or because of the nature of woman is equipped only to stare at herself, and issues that reflect herself constantly–or something like that…;-)

In the case of Joe Buck, the intrepid male prostitute, our character learns that the world is not equal, and we, as an audience, learn a bit about what creates false constructs of sexuality in the mind of a young boy. And how those constructs lead to poor choices.

In one scene we have the gang rape of a woman who could aptly be called “the town pump”, and Joe Bucks inability to stop that rape–of the woman who he thinks he loves; in another scene, aptly a nightmare, we have Joe Buck being anally raped by his grandmother; and the all too obvious conclusion that male sexuality is undervalued, or disposable to women.

It’s a film about the awakening of America to issues of  the human body as a commodious object, and the reality of under-valued male love. It’s a gay film in as much as it has a theme of men, loving each other, or men who are used by other men, but it’s a human story beyond that.

If you haven’t seen it, rent it, and if you have seen it, rent it again. Or just have a good read tonight--here’s the script.

 

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