The traditional queen, nice or nasty, lover of thugs, aficianado of public urinals-all the colourful types inherited from the nineteenth century have vanished before the reassuring modernity of the (young) homosexual (between 25 and 40), sporting a mustache and attache case, without neuroses or affectations, cold and polite, the ad executive or department store clerk, the enemy of outrageous behaviour, respectful of authority, lover of enlightened liberalism and culture. Gone are the sordid and the grandiose, the odd and the nasty, sadomasochism itself is now only a clothing style for proper queens.
This quote was taken from Martel’s The Pink and The Black (1996) and I don’t know when it was actually originally stated. Probably the early 1980s. Seems pretty relevant to today’s ‘metrosexual’ culture to me.
But people, including homosexual people, still have urges to be nice, nasty, sordid, grandiose, odd, thuggish, sadistic, masochistic… we are still neurotic. Where does all that energy go?