I was watching this documentary last night. It was looking at the absurd premise that homosexuality is some kind of fault which can be cured. This was one of those times when you find almost everything on screen ludicrous. Several of our American cousins, finding a conflict between their religious beliefs and their sexual preferences had taken it upon themselves to seek a ‘cure’ Others seemed to be sent along for a ‘cure’ by parents.
It seems to me that if a book written in the Bronze Age declares your voluntary, non-violent, private relationship with another person to be sinful, it’s time to throw away the book. As to the parents, if young master SAoT grows up to be an axe-murderer or socialist, I’m not going to terminate any relationship with him, let alone if he happens to be gay.
Then we had the ‘cure’ itself. Amazingly, hanging about in the woods for a couple of days with a large group of men (with a fairly obvious ‘Brokeback mountain’ vibe going on, it looked to me anyway) was the cure. You see it turns out that gay men just lack a close relationship with their father (sic) and that’s what ‘turns’ them gay. I was never that close to the old man when I was growing up, indeed many of my peers would agree that 1970’s dad’s were somewhat distant figures. But the moment I saw Kim Wilde singing ‘kids in America’ the issue was forever settled. Indeed, long before that.
So the man seeking the ‘cure’ would say they were a bit upset with dad, and then cry a bit. Dad would say how sorry he was, cry a bit, confirm that he did in fact love his son, (just so long as he didn’t do rude stuff with other men), they would all hug each other, cry some more and hey presto ~ you’re cured.
I wondered if this was some kind of April-fool type show, but no. That was the premise. Then the founder of these courses repeats the same mantra about being gay and lacking closeness with dad (or lesbians, with mum). Also, because science had not apparently identified a gay gene, well he just had to be right. If that were true, you would imagine boys brought up by single mothers would be overwhelmingly gay, easy to check I would have thought, but the program makers (who presumably could no longer keep a straight face) didn’t bother.
Finally, the loon who thought this up wanted to bring it to England. ‘Good luck’ I thought and they tried to advertise their services on London transport. Mayor Johnson didn’t like this and he doesn’t like intolerance, so, well you can probably guess. Entirely lacking in self-awareness, in an effort to stamp out intolerance, he banned the adverts. Yep, ban stuff to promote tolerance. Entirely the wrong response.
Saddest of all was the young gay bloke of 17. He really wanted to please his dad and Jesus and tried so hard to say “I’m not gay” He had a girlfriend who really liked him (I was guessing because he wasn’t pressuring her into sex as most teen boys probably do). And the choice he now seems to face is to live a lie or lose his family. There is a third choice which many gay teens seem to take, suicide. Utterly awful stuff.