A recent commenter at this Substack noted, in responding to a post about the laughable efforts of woke Hollywood to sucker young men who hate the woke crap Tinseltown has been upchucking into their faces lately into opening wide and swallowing moar while pleading, “May I have another (Black Captain America Gay Spider Man Trans Star Wars Character), Please?” It isn’t working.
Bill Palafox note another problem for the “creative” denizens of Hollywoodistan:
The Federalist author leaves out one critical point for the Hollywoodistas: How to lure back the wallets of cis-gendered white men without incurring the wrath of the gay race communists? They love money, but they also love being coastal elites.
That made me blink. Say what? The wrath of Teh Gays? What is this wrath of which you speak, and why on earth would anybody be afraid of it?
I lived in San Francisco for almost thirty five years before I threw in the towel and got the hell out and returned to live in America, but I sure as hell didn’t leave because Teh Gayz scared me away. And San Francisco is probably, on a percentage basis, the gayest city in America. The usually agreed-upon figure is that about 15% of San Franciscans identify as LGBTQXYZLUNATICSISSY, with approximately 60% of that number comprising gay men.
Here’s Grok:
Approximately 7% to 10% of San Franciscans likely identify as gay, derived from the 16% LGBTQ+ estimate in the 2023 City Survey, with gay men historically a significant portion. Demographics show a younger skew (higher among 18-24-year-olds), a diverse racial mix (White, Hispanic, Asian), and geographic concentration in areas like the Castro. These figures are estimates, as precise gay-only data is scarce, reflecting the city’s status as a global hub for queer identity.
Which means that there were maybe as many as 90,000 gay men and lesbytarians in the 49 square miles of the Blessed Peninsula, and the rest varying flavors of mental illness.
That’s a lot of gayness in a pretty small package, but somehow I managed to remain unterrified of any wrath from that quarter. Nationally, there is even less reason for fear. I mean, what are the sissy boys going to do? Hit you with their man-murses?
If the Hollywood honchocracy fears the wrath of “gay communists” (and is that ever a laugher), it’s only because they allow themselves to fear it. Anybody who actually stands tall and says to this “threat” “Be gone, Fairy Mary,” and the only thing you’ll hear will be the whisper of gossamer wings and the tinkle of tiny bells. Or is that tinker balls? I can never keep all of the canon straight.
A lot of public gaiety these days is little more than theater kids being performative in what they think are shocking ways. Gotta shock the normies, ya know.
But what I know is that throughout my time in The City, roving packs of Mexican boys from The Mission were still hunting the gay boys in the streets and kicking the crap out of them (good Catholics, I suppose), with as much glee as Goat Ropers in Denver used to hunt “hippies” to cut off their long hair.
I suppose if you pretend something is a threat long enough, you may come to believe your own fears. But that’s just another form of mental illness.
Oh, wait. We’re talking about Hollywood, where mental illness has become an entire industry. Never mind.