Atrios links to a couple of posts on homosexuality and genetics. I read them and their links and ended up here. The teenager says he was not impressed with Andrew Hacker's piece in The New York Review. I spent five minutes trying to dig it out of whatever pile it's lying in on the floor of my apartment but I couldn't find it, so being lazy I skipped to the last paragraph on the web, where I read this:

Perhaps it is a triumph of our species that there's no clear accounting for the imaginativeness of sexual fantasy and the permutations of sexual pleasure. Much of what I am suggesting was captured by the wedding guest—gender not specified—who was overheard remarking of the bride and groom: "They're a charming couple. I've slept with both of them."

I laughed out loud. If this world were only full of such people, and of course they were all about 5'11 and attractive.

Before I got to the Hacker piece I wasn't in such a good mood and I posted this on Kieran Healy's page:

Absolute sexual exclusivity is nothing other than a social convention and when it becomes an ideology the hypocrisy makes it dangerously reactionary. There's an obvious relation between homosocial environments, environments based on fear of outsiders, and fascism.

I've wanted to post something on this recently but I didn't know how to go about it. I wasn't in the mood to go into a defense of my statements and I'm still not.  I'm really sick of reactionary homosexual ideology. It's fascist and it pisses me off. I'm sick of the politics and poetics of power. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of the pontifications of every Persian Boy who ever worshipped the power of old men; self-described heterosexuals are bad enough but I'm sick to death of faggots. Anyone who doesn't have enough imagination to know when to shrug just bores me.