French Safe Sex Commercial

I don't think the French get being gay.

This commercial does not convey the importance of safe sex to me. To me, this commercial says "if you're a boyish looking transient whore, and you get the life beaten out of you, you'll find the man of your dreams (spoiler alert! He'll be a doctor, too!)"

Maybe this is just my frustration talking. Sometimes I feel like the queer equivalent to the self righteous neo-feminist archetype who has to find social issues in EVERYTHING. It stems from not feeling represented; from not fitting in within your own minority. Gays go apeshit when it comes to labeling things. Top, bottom, vers, fem, masculine, bear, chub, cub, twink, otter, jock, musclebear, Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte, Miranda, the list goes on. Everything has to have its own place; its own hierarchy and organizational ideology. And yes, labeling exists elsewhere in the world, but I feel like gays put an unusual amount of stock in the labels they've created within their own community. Tops are assertive, bears are nasty in bed, twinks are bitches, jocks are shallow, are all assumptions popularly made by being associated with a certain label. What I want to know is how much of it is based on honest trends in a subcultures behavior, and how much of it is a self fulfilled prophecy created to fit into a niche culture.

And I suppose what makes me even more frustrated with all this nonsense, is that 90% of all these labels are based off of the body. As a kid with body issues, being judged and categorized on my body type is a sensitive subject. Even after I lost a significant amount of weight as a teenager, I still knew that the likelihood of me ever being shirtless on the cover of Men's Health was on par with monkeys flying out of my butt. But rather than let this get me down, I did the next best thing. I began sculpting my mind into something to be desired; something unique and fresh that most may not expect. And for a while I was really happy with my results. Even though the rough impact of colliding with the real world made me temporarily relaps into a state of bitterness, I bounced back. But now that I'm congealing into an adult form, I'm seeing more clearly, day by day, that all of that work doesn't really matter to 90% of those who share my sexuality. So now I'm just the funny, kinda fat, gay friend, who is scared to death of being associated with the likes of this:



Do you see the distinction?

For all the labels the gay community can dish out, there doesn't seem to be one for me. And I really pity those who choose to live their lives within the perimeters of a label.

Don't be a fool. And wrap your tool.