People
like Pat Robertson or Fred Phelps will never succeed in silencing the voices of queers. They're too recognizably vile, and create an instant, impassioned response against them, to ever act as anything other than very good rallying points for people who believe in social justice and sexual equality. The worst enemies of sexual minorities come from within the LGBT communities themselves. They're the people whose vision of LGBT activism involves making the homos just like the heteros, and want that so badly that they strive not to broaden our culture's vision of sexuality, but instead work to narrow the community's vision of itself. Look, for example, at this quote from Joseph Sabrow's editorial in Metroline, a New England gay and lesbian publication, that Autumn Sandeen spotted:
Boing, the repository of all that is weird and eccentric on the Internetz, I found this interesting piece of our sexual past: a Russian site that has scanned an entire issue of an old girlie mag from 1957 called Glamour Photography. It's an enormous site, and if you're not on broadband it's going to take a while for it to load. Even on broadband, it needs a little patience, but if you like this sort of thing, it's worth giving it a chance. I love these kinds of artifacts; besides the eroticism, the history of sex is so poorly preserved that every little bit that does get saved is like reading a secret diary, and especially when it's the full thing, not just pictures in a Taschen anthology. In this particular magazine, as in many of the time, I feel a massive disconnect between the pictures