You say language and people think of words. But what you really mean is everything that language encompasses, including tone, gestures, facial expressions, implications. Look at that, we’ve said one word and we’re already miscommunicating.
We certainly rely heavily on non-textual cues to convey meaning. You could text me “My Grandma is making me dinner” and I would think nothing of it. But you stand in front of me with sweat beading on your forehead and terror in your eyes and say “My Grandma is making me dinner” and I’d be like “Dude, why didn’t you ever tell me your grandmother is a cannibal?”
We need specific words to convey specific ideas. But without the enforcement of non-verbal cues, communication breaks down. One guy says, “Hey, Bro, like your tie.” But his eyes say “Hey, Bro, like your tie, lets have sex in the copy room again.”
It’s the same with symbols. People use symbols all the time to convey meanings without the use of words. You see a white building with a cross on top, you think church. But you go in to offer your praises, maybe light a candle, gossip about your neighbors bad spray tan, and instead of finding a room filed with pews you find goats grazing over a carpet of indoor grass. Then a guy in a white tunic says to you “This is no church. In my country cross is symbol for goat farm. Is very unfortunate coincidence.” And that’s fair, because every culture is different. But, at least 99% of the time, building with cross means church, and no words are needed to express that.
Of course even those shades of gray aren’t always black and white. As we know this type of communication occurs, we frequently misinterpret would-be symbols all the time. I see a guy walking down the street in an expensive, three-piece and I think. “That guy makes a ton of money.” Where in reality he’s a hobo with a meth problem who steals people’s clothing while they’re getting CAT scans.
Frequently there are errors as well. In a world of emoticons, you may be trying to send a happy face to someone to convey, you know, happiness. But what happens when you press the wrong button and you send them an image of a cat eating a donut? What, exactly, does that convey? It may express happiness if, coincidentally, you had already been talking about how much you love cats and/or donuts. Other than that, you’ve most likely rendered the other party brain dead in an attempt to interpret what was really just folly.
The point is, communication relies on a conglomeration of words, expressions, tones, gestures, and symbols to convey meaning. But, in the end, it’s likely no one will understand what you’re trying to say anyway.
Becoming a gay person is a complicated process. First there is the whole self-questioning thing, then part where one has to delve into one’s own identity. Then once you have the self-awareness portion down, you have to go through the whole coming out stage, where you go to all your friends and family and break it to them that you’ll be schtupping people of your own gender from now on. Then of course you have to buy a Subaru and start shopping at Trader Joe’s – it’s an ordeal.
The question is, why is this “coming out” phase necessary? We don’t have to have a ritualistic gathering of our friends and neighbors every time we make any other discovery of our intrinsic selves. There is no, “You’re my best friend so I wanted you to be the first to know – I’m a Giants fan.” Why is homosexuality put on the chopping block?
Pressure to “come out” to the world is unfairly placed on homosexuals. In no other realm of your life are you required to expose details of your life to others:
“Frank, I just want to let you know…I really love country music.”
“Jodie, would you please tell Grandma you’re an investment banker? I’m tired of lying to her.”
You don’t even have to tell people you are a vegetarian unless someone is literally shoving a chicken nugget down your throat. And, honestly, in that situation being a vegetarian isn’t your biggest worry because that, sir, is aggravated assault.
Homosexuals are fairly easy to pick out of a crowd. They’re usually the ones who are walking arm-in-arm with someone of their own gender. That is more or less the definition of homosexual.
So couldn’t it just happen like this:
“Gerald, did our son Leonard just leave for prom with another boy?”
“Hmm. Could you please pass the TV Guide?”
And you’re like, “Of course not, stupid. No one reads TV Guide anymore.”
The point is that since we know that someone who is a homosexual is someone who will be dating a person of the same sex, can we not just infer this when Brian starts bringing guys home to meet his parents rather than girls?
Because here’s the thing – before he decides to bring Peggy Sue home for the parental meet-and-greet, there is no requisite sit-down with Ma and Pa where he has to calmly explain to them, “Mom, Dad – I’m a heterosexual.”
“I like it when she licks her lips, and her dress drops to the floor.”
“I like for him to throw me on the bed and ravish me.”
“I like rigging a rope to the ceiling fan, so I can strangle myself while my partner gets me from behind, dressed like Bozo the clown.”
Of course everyone has a different taste for what they like in the bedroom (or the bathroom), (or the office), (or atop the piano), but here’s the thing: if you require clown asphyxiation to get you off, you might want to reassess what you do with the rest of your time, because I would guess that your life is lacking in stimulation.
According to a recent episode of Fox’s American Dad, everybody’s got “a kink.” Of course the definition of what is and what is not kinky is going to vary from person to person. In said episode, “kinks” ran the gamut from spanking to a strange inference involving an acrobatic midget and a flying weasel holding a rocket pop.
The inference is that everyone requires some kind of “kink” in order to make sex a gratifying experience. But does anyone, at any point, start wondering whether we’re expecting too much from sex? Yes, sex is naturally gratifying – it was made to be so on a biological level. But if you need a horse, a pocket watch, and authentic chainmail from the crusades to get off – it’s no longer sex that is gratifying you.
Here are some things that those in the whips, chains, and inflatable-life-size-smurf community might want to consider. One would be therapy – not because there is anything wrong with what you’re doing, but a better understanding about what drives it would be beneficial in general. (Don’t take it personally – my first suggestion to everyone for everything is therapy. Got a hangnail? Try therapy.)
Second would be introspection on your job and hobbies. Are you working to your potential? Is it possible that the reason you seek out sexual partners who will flog you with geneoa salami while you hang from your home trapeze is actually because, well, proofreading phone books for a living is killing you inside and you should be teaching inner city kids earth sciences instead? I mean, wind currents are fascinating.
Third I would wonder about your choice of sexual partner. Have you ever experienced a sexual encounter with a partner who you have genuinely cared about? Have you ever actually made love? Instead of thinking about sex as a mode of biological gratification, have you ever conceived of it as a construct of emotional connection or expression?
How would sex change if we propogated it as personal gratification rather than physical gratification? Then everybody’s got a kink would be transformed from “I like to be spanked and called dirty names” to “I like to be hugged and communicated with honestly.”