I’m reminded of one of Roy Cohn’s monologues in Angels in America.
Your problem is that you are hung up on words, on labels: “gay”, “homosexual”, “lesbian.” You think they tell you who a person sleeps with, but they don’t tell you that. Like all labels, they refer to one thing and one thing only: Where does a person so identified fit in the food chain? In the pecking order. Not ideology or sexual taste, but something much simpler: clout. Who owes me favors. Not who I fuck or who fucks me, but who will pick up the phone when I call. To someone who doesn’t understand this, homosexual is what I am because I sleep with men, but this is wrong. Homosexuals are not men who sleep with other men. Homosexuals are men who, in 15 years of trying, can’t get a pissant anti-discrimination bill through City Council. They are men who know nobody, and who nobody knows.
I’m reminded of one of Roy Cohn’s monologues in Angels in America.
The real Roy Cohen didn’t consider himself gay, he just liked to sexually dominate young blond men. That was a sign of his masculinity.
It should be noted that when he mentored Donald Trump and Roger Stone, they were both young blonde men.
Bastard simply asked boys to drop their pants, then let him ram through, before zipping back and walking away.
Holy fuck that’s profound.