Which series was truly life-changing? And which stuck the biggest finger up to the bigots? Readers share the television that made them laugh, cry and come out
I must be one of those ‘bigots’ then, because I have no desire to watch programmes celebrating homosexuality. I have no problem with the occasional gay character as this is reasonable enough – so long as they don’t start snogging or having sex. But, yes, they do seem to do that, these days, too. Presumably again, to rub our noses in it. Frankly, it triggers a gag reflex when I see two blokes kissing. I’m not into lesbian snogging scenes either. Come to that, I’d rather not see anything too overt. The story is what matters. Some things are best left to the imagination.
I like watching attractive lesbians together. The girl-on-girl action genre is very entertaining.
But I can’t stand watching homosexual men kissing. Instinctively I look away, and if I can’t avert my gaze in time I feel revulsion.
I suspect that my reaction is common, indeed almost universal, among heterosexual men.
As for the agenda-pushing aspects of TV dramas, they are a turn off.
Well it’s certainly my reaction. I look away if it does crop up. My feeling is one of disgust. I’m fine with people being gay, but keep it private.
When I was working there were two homosexuals we were providing computing services for and one of my team was homosexual too. Two were good people and one was a nasty piece of work – and this had nothing to do with their ‘orientation’.
Yawn, the Graun banging on about BLT-ness again. It’s so tedious and tiresome.
The section about Neighbours has this to say:
“When Australia legalised same-sex marriage, a storyline was introduced where two characters, Aaron and David, got married immediately. They went on to have a child, and show how natural it is for gay couples to bring up children.”
Er, no. It’s not natural for them to bring up children. And it’s not ‘homophobic’ to say that. It’s a simple fact of human biology. Two men are incapable of reproduction, as are two women. The only way the two male characters in Neighbours could ‘have a child’ was for them to take a baby from its mother.
I’m not a fan of two queers bringing up children. If nothing else, they’ll get the shit ripped out of them at school for having two dads.
Its not just gay sex, we’re far from prudes and are increasingly fed up with the predicably boring energetic hetero sex scenes that series and film makers have to indulge in.
We don’t need to see pumped bodies going at it hammer and tongs flipping each over, the best most intimate sex i’ve experinced has been gentle concetrating on giving your partner reciprocated indulgent pleasure, they almost never get this right in films, none of the (sadly too few:-) fair maidens in my life have wanted a violent flip em over rogering, or is it me?
One of our favourite long running series of recent years was Person of Interest, any sex scenes were only hinted at, a kiss and maybe the shoulder strap of a dress being lowered then the scene cts, certainly this was the case with the star Jim Caviezel, won’t perform sex scenes anyway, he doesn’t need to.
As for being a bigot, not really, normal people don’t flaunt their sexuality to all and sundry (unless doggers or swingers doing their thing in their sub group i s’pose and good luck to them) so quite why we should be gushing over some gay/trans thing with the enthusiasm we were supposed to (but didn’t) worship the NHS with one evening a week i don’t quite get.
How about we go back to how things used to be, you do your thing with the people you want to in private and i’ll do mine, i won’t interfere in your life and you won’t interfere in mine.
In the Sinistré series of stories, my main character is a lesbian. I did this for the reason that I wanted her to be unattainable for the men in her life. I didn’t make a big deal about it. I hinted during the early scenes – a touch of the hand, for example. I left it at that. The reader knows all that is necessary. Likewise I did try to write sex scenes in my first attempt at a novel, but eventually decided that I can’t do it well and I don’t need to. Again, I can hint and leave it at that. Good for Jim Caviezel, I say.
Men and women also use toilets. I do not want to see that portrayed by actors either.
The final scene in film North by Northwest is enough. And makes me smile.
“Which stuck the biggest finger up to the bigots?”
These people need to look in the mirror if they want to know who the bigots are. Rabid hatred of anyone who disagrees with you about anything whatsoever and single issue obsessions are textbook symptoms of bigotry.
I don’t really watch TV dramas. I’ve recently gone down a bit of a YouTube rabit hole watching “What is this thing?” People send in pictures and descriptions of unidentified objects and they just about always have the answer.