Boy, do I have some Tales to Tell...
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
 
I follow quite a few soap operas. Both domestic and international. Mostly because they involve a gay couple of some sort. Most of these story lines involve either some conflict about coming out or about a heterosexual finding out they are attracted to someone of the same sex. Which involves some conflict about coming out.

The meat of the stories always revolve around said conflict with the outcome almost certainly the couple ending up together and basically fading away in the background. Sometimes the couple sticks around to become part of the fabric of the show. And sometimes they get relegated to the back burners becoming sex-less friends who we are supposed to assume are "blazing the trail" for soap operas.

Right.

Actually, the look-at-how-forward-thinking-we-are attitude mainly comes from the American soaps. The ones who are the most puritan and ass-backwards. The international soaps are actually the most non-conservative. Even the Israeli one I watch had a scene that showed one of the gay characters having full-on anal sex. I was shocked. Pleased. But shocked.

As for our American soaps? Barely a kiss. And when they do "have intercourse", it is more off-screen. Once did they have a gay couple in a sexual situation. And it lasted all of six seconds.

It's frustrating because one really watches soaps for the lurid display of human flesh. They aren't, by any stretch, good dramas. They are superficial fodder that we cling on to for escapism reasons. So, I've given up on the one last American soap opera with a gay couple. IF you can even call them that. The most they have done is kiss. Meanwhile, the teenage heteros? Fucking at any given moment.

Which leads me to me true rant: why do other gay men defend this obvious homophobic crap? It's beyond me. I've stopped watching. Actually, so have many others. Which is why American daytime soaps, as we know them, are being canceled faster than their gay men can fuck. Later.
 
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