Thursday, December 8, 2016


I have intentionally excluded myself from most of mainstream heterosexual life. I am a 100% homosexual man with no marriage yearnings or parenting desires. I am happy to be living in post-Stonewall times in the USA, but I doubt my life would have been so much different if I had lived more of it before Stonewall. Hiding or repressing my sexuality never really occurred to me as an adult. I always understood instinctively that doing so would be unhealthy.

What is this modern obsession with inclusion? I have given it some thought. 

I sometimes think inclusion is confused with affirmative action, for instance. This doesn't make any sense. You may want to include your mentally impaired cousin in a family wedding, but you don't appoint him to be the wedding planner. You may want to hire a male wedding planner of color as a form of affirmative action, thereby giving him a chance to further his resume. But this does not automatically mean you will include him in the wedding party. 

Immigration is an area where the concept of inclusion often gets raised. Some addled social-justice advocates feel that illegal immigrants should be allowed to cross national borders and then be included in legal society with all the benefits of citizens. This is not inclusion. This is simply an advocacy for anarchy by those least likely to have to pay for its repercussions. 

Inclusion is always framed as a good thing in today's pop culture. But is it? As a homosexual man, I would not like including women in certain sexually centered venues, like gay steam baths. I would like to have the option of going to all-male gay club or to belong to an all-male gym. Likewise, I would not expect or desire to be included in some all-female activities. There is no need to include me in bridal shower or baby showers. I'm good, thanks.

So much of this inclusion obsession is specific to millennials. I often wonder if they can manage to go to the bathroom alone without separation anxiety. All this inclusion must come at the expense of reflection, self-examination and concentration. Hence the superficial materialism and susceptibility to addiction of the millennial culture. If you have had no time to figure out who the hell you are, it feels right to rush through life from one group experience of physical gratification to another. 

The false morality of inclusiveness-preaching in media aimed at millennials annoys me. What the hell is inclusiveness anyway? Should it entail wearing a T-shirt saying, "I'll fuck anyone?" While crying rape whenever someone innocently tests a sexual boundary in a non-aggressive manner, some millennials would feel compelled to participate in an orgy if it included a prerequisite number of transgender people of color, attractive or not. 

As I said at the beginning, I exclude myself from most of mainstream society. That does not make me antisocial, a potential terrorist or serial killer. It is called "choice",  and it also entails my Constitutional right to privacy. I know when and where I am welcomed and accepted. How do I know that? I have spent a lot of my time alone discovering who I am. I have used my time outside to look skeptically into society. I have learned to smell the stench of hypocrisy and can spot insincerity in the human eye. Like most things, if you are always immersed in a sea of hypocrisy and insincerity, you no longer are able to discern it from anything else.  

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