Fear of phallic queers.
I had high hopes for Oliver Stone's Alexander. How groundbreaking it would be to portray a world conqueror as the other-than-hetero man he was! But Stone has never created a robust gay character, and his Alexander was a neurotic mess. He wasn't queer because same-sex love was honorable in his time but because he suffered from mother horror and father fixation--a good candidate for reparative therapy.
Few things are riskier in Hollywood than showing queers who are capable of aggression that isn't motivated by pathology. It evokes the most primal nightmare straight men have about us--that we're out to rape them. More than any religious dogma, this violation fantasy is what keeps us down.
The rape phobia rears up in Richard Greenberg's play Take Me Out, when a queer baseball player accosts a naked homophobic teammate in the shower. The difference between that play and Alexander is the difference between self-assertion and anxiety. In queer characters, assertion is still forbidden; anxiety is routine.
There are some notable exceptions, such as Hilary Swank's stunning performance as Brandon Teena in Boys Don't Cry. But that was a complex adult drama. I've yet to see a genre movie in which a gay man plays a paladin protecting the innocent, like the Rock. Nor is there a lesbian version of the vengeance-wreaking Uma Thurman character in the Kill Bill movies. Only on the LGBT festival circuit will you find such a bride.
Why are there no queer top-gunners? Why do we never get to mow down the enemies of freedom? Why are we not even shown walking large dogs? Because of heteros' fear of the phallic queer, the homo who can love and fight. (This capacity isn't reserved for males--you don't need a penis to be phallic.)
Mind you, there are plenty of feisty, conniving gays on reality TV, epitomized by Survivor's Richard Hatch. But in most reality shows the deadliest homo sins are arch superficiality, an addiction to face creams, and a deep need for hugs from straight guys.
Some complex queer characters appear on pay cable, where sexuality and its discontents can be fully explored. Deadwood's Calamity Jane had the makings of a phallic queer--until she got domesticated. Realistic? Perhaps. Mythic? No way.
In enlightened movies we're allowed to be complicated--but not valiant. And old stereotypes persist. Take Capote. There's something awfully trad about a treacherous, narcissistic fairy ending up lonely. I know it's a true story, but why this true story?
When it comes to queer men, the latest movie trend is to have them cheating on their wives: Think Far From Heaven, De-Lovely, Kinsey, and Brokeback Mountain. This fixation on infidelity reveals another anxiety about us. Call it a feminine variation on the male-rape fantasy: We're seductive but slippery, like a Venus flytrap. Why is it permissible to show gay relationships in an adulterous context but not in a heroic one?
We pay a price for this omission. It reinforces the belief that we can't defend ourselves. When we internalize that message, we become the fairies we are meant to be. Straight men can rest easy; the phallic queer remains repressed.
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|Publication:||The Advocate (The national gay & lesbian newsmagazine)|
|Date:||Nov 22, 2005|
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