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WHY ESTABLISHMENT GAYS HATE ME

These days, people don’t come out as gay. They come out as conservative.

In February 2017, Chadwick Moore, a 33-year-old gay New York journalist, penned an article for The New York Post explaining his rapid shift from Left to Right. The article’s headline? “I’m A Gay New Yorker – and I’m Coming Out As a Conservative.” Just three months prior, Moore had cast his ballot for Hillary Clinton. What happened?

It was simple: Chadwick got too close to the Dangerous Faggot.

In September 2016, Moore had been assigned by Out to write a profile of me. The story was a gem; a rare piece of serious, nuanced journalism from the mainstream gay press. Its tone was largely impartial, describing the facts of my lifestyle, politics, and rise to fame. There was no virtue-signaling or moral grandstanding.

The profile wasn’t completely free of bias (and likely couldn’t be), and it included a trigger warning for fragile gay readers that they might encounter some conservative politics. They dressed me up in a clown costume for the accompanying photo shoot (the article’s title was “Send In The Clown: Internet Supervillain Milo Doesn’t Care That You Hate Him”), and it incorrectly called me a “leader of the alt-right,” as countless other publications had done before. But I was willing to forgive the error, because the rest of it was so good. And I didn’t mind about the clown costume, because I still looked sexy as fuck.

Out was utterly skewered for daring to examine me fairly. In addition to an immediate outbreak of rage on social media, more than 40 gay journalists signed an open letter condemning the magazine for failing to “avoid fostering harm to queer people.”¹³⁴

Although the letter was directed against me, I admired the feat of getting 40 gay guys to agree on anything. But the gay establishment has gotten so used to trashing conservatives for a living that when one of their number fails to do so, they consider it a hideous betrayal in need of a coordinated response.

The personal attacks against Moore were more severe. Chadwick quickly found himself ostracized by his circle of liberal friends. In his Post coming out story, he described how long-time friends and acquaintances began to turn their backs on him.

My best friend, with whom I typically hung out multiple times per week, was suddenly perpetually unavailable. Finally, on Christmas Eve, he sent me a long text, calling me a monster, asking where my heart and soul went, and saying that all our other friends are laughing at me.

I realized that, for the first time in my adult life, I was outside of the liberal bubble and looking in. What I saw was ugly, lock step, incurious and mean-spirited.¹³⁵

Moore was becoming “red-pilled,” as we say on the internet. Like Neo in The Matrix, his eyes had been suddenly and dramatically opened to a new reality. Now aware of the Left’s intolerance, Moore had no choice but to reconsider his entire worldview. And that’s how he ended up coming out as a conservative in the pages of The New York Post.

It’s not just Chadwick, either. Other forward thinking gays are also waking up to the dangers of embracing progressive intolerance. Dave Rubin, host of the Rubin Report, which was originally part of the progressive Young Turks network, is another ideological immigrant from the Left. Rubin is a former progressive who sensed the atmosphere of intolerance that was gathering steam in the movement, and now calls himself a classical liberal.

Here’s how Rubin explained his position in a video for the conservative Prager University:

I’m a married gay man, so you might think I appreciate the government forcing a Christian baker or photographer or florist to act against their religion in order to cater, photograph or decorate my wedding. But you’d be wrong. A government that can force Christians to violate their conscience can force me to violate mine.¹³⁶

Rubin closed his video by conceding that defending his classical liberal values had “suddenly become a conservative position.” It’s my hope—and optimistic belief—that more gays will wake up, smell the intolerance, and come to the same realization.

Gays have been battling intolerance for decades, and only recently won the full support and acceptance of society. And how have we responded? By becoming equally intolerant—not against people who have sex differently from us, but against people who think differently from us. Gays of the log cabin variety get merciless treatment from their peers. The rigid attitudes and prejudices of the fagstablishment will be tough to break down.

Take Lucian Wintrich, a gay Trump-supporting artist and photographer, who in 2016 unveiled a photography series called “Twinks For Trump.” His work featured half-naked, waifish-looking men wearing “Make America Great Again” hats. Just five hours after I wrote a column praising Wintrich for his transgressive art project, he was fired from the New York ad agency where he worked, apparently because so many people had called his office to complain about the photos.¹³⁷ Thanks to conservative complacency, the art world today is a one-party state.

Undeterred, Wintrich went on to host “Daddy Will Save Us,” the first ever pro-Trump art exhibit, featuring pieces from a range of conservative figures, including me. I bathed naked in a vat of pig’s blood, representing persons who have died at the hands of Islamic extremists and undocumented immigrants.

The response of the Left was to bombard Wintrich’s initial choice of art gallery with complaints, which caused the gallery to panic, cancel the event and even threaten to sue Wintrich.¹³⁸ A backup venue was found just in time, and the art show went ahead.

Imagine Madonna doing a video with twinks in MAGA hats. She wouldn’t, of course, because these days she’s too busy pandering to man-haters and aging gracelessly than saying anything bold or original.

Wintrich, like me, delights in causing outrage. But you don’t really have to try very hard. Polite, respectable gay conservatives get exactly the same treatment from the Left. When mild-mannered entrepreneur Peter Thiel revealed his support for Donald Trump, gay website The Advocate published an article arguing that he could no longer consider himself a part of the gay community.¹³⁹ The message from this, and from Chadwick Moore’s experience, is clear: toe the party line, or be thrown out of the clubhouse.

In April 2013, I appeared on an edition of the British panel show 10 O’clock Live to take part in a debate. The topic was gay marriage, a cause to which I was then opposed. My opposite number was Boy George, and it was a rare occasion in which I was not the most flamboyantly dressed person on set.

My mere opposition to gay marriage was enough to baffle the audience. In 2013, gay marriage had become a kind of litmus test of social acceptability. If you were for it, you were a normal human being. If you were against it, you were a bigoted, malicious relic of the past—something to be dumped in the trash-heap of history.

I was fashionably dressed, and attractive, and charming, so they didn’t really know what to make of me. Merely being introduced on the show as a gay Catholic opposed to same-sex marriage was all that was needed to baffle my fellow panelists. Before the show was over, I was called a “homophobic gay man” and accused of “self-loathing” for my opposition on cultural grounds to gay marriage.

I pointed out that gay marriage reinforced the idea that being gay is a normal or acceptable lifestyle choice, which it isn’t—and shouldn’t be. The very term “mainstream gay” is at odds with everything homosexuals have always represented, but nonetheless we are forced to use it because gays have become a monolithic political bloc. All gay people are expected to believe the same stuff.

Mainstream gays, many of whom are happy to cast scorn on the lives of, say, conservative Midwestern families or southern evangelical Christians, simply can’t allow the possibility that someone might cast scorn on their lives. Take for example the popular drag queen Bianca del Rio, whose famous slogan is, “Not Today Satan!” When Candace Cameron, aka D.J. Tanner, a famously proud Christian, wore a shirt with Bianca’s slogan on it, Bianca called her a “homophobic Republican.” Candace responded, “Loving Jesus doesn’t mean I hate gay people,” but the damage was done. To Bianca’s nearly one million Instagram followers, D.J. Tanner now hates fags.

WHERE’S THE DANGER?

When Daily Stormer called me a “degenerate homosexual,” they meant it as an insult. But I take it as a compliment: I became a homo precisely because it is transgressive. And I want homosexuality to continue being transgressive, and even degenerate.

One of the most alarming things I’ve witnessed over the past decade is how safe the gay community has become. As the cause of gay liberation advanced, our community’s reputation went from feared purveyors of moral corruption to cuddly, married, middle-class suburbanites with neat haircuts. In short, we have stopped being dangerous. It almost makes me miss the time when we had to stay in the closet.

The gay establishment is rightly horrified by that suggestion, because it goes against everything they’ve been working to achieve since the 1990s. But before then, gay men delighted in being transgressive. It was a part of our identity.

Consider gay icons of the past two centuries. Oscar Wilde relished appalling the stuffy sensibilities of Victorian society. When he went to America, a prominent member of the clergy complained that someone who had engaged in such “offences against common dignity” was being received so warmly by high society.¹⁴⁰ Wilde’s famous novel The Picture of Dorian Gray was chastised by one London newspaper as being “unclean, poisonous, and heavy with the odors of moral and spiritual putrefaction.” I live to get a review like that.

Then there was Quentin Crisp, someone whose lifetime saw the rapid acceleration of gay rights. The British writer and raconteur was even more shocking than Wilde. Not only did he find enjoyment in taking a bazooka to society’s sacred cows (he once described Princess Diana, Britain’s most beloved public figure, as “trash”), he also loved to needle the gay rights movement. He infuriated campaigners with his willingness to question his own gay instincts and lifestyle, once even stating that gayness was something that ought to be avoided if possible.¹⁴¹ He was a mischievous, rebellious hero.

Crisp was someone who would tolerate no limits on his independence. In the first half of his life, he plainly ignored society’s rules against his gay lifestyle. And in the second, he flouted the gay community’s expectations of him as well.

Writing in 1990, the bisexual belletrist Florence King bemoaned how the “exclusivity of Lesbianism” she had known in the 1950s had vanished, done in by “jargon-spewing socialists” and Earth Mothers “baying at the moon.” In today’s “climate of irrational humanitarianism and prime-time self pity,” the homosexuality inclined of both sexes have traded in their natural elitism for victimhood status.¹⁴²

Just think of where gay people have lived and hung out in the past century. The seediest, most degenerate parts of town—think Soho in London or Times Square in New York—were also the gay parts of town. We were the outcasts, the corruptors, the devils poisoning society and corrupting its morals. We were on the very edge of culture, pushing its boundaries. And we were doing it just by being ourselves.

It’s practically impossible for gays to transgress today. Hanging out in the Village, West Hollywood or Soho is hardly shocking or rebellious. Hipsters and trend-followers crowd the streets, desperately clinging to the fading aura of forbidden cool rapidly melting away. Time Square is now a Disney store tourist trap. And just think of the horror of San Francisco! The unofficial capital of camp that once hated “The Man” has become “The Man” incarnate. Or as they’ll call it, “The Gender Non-Conforming Individual.” Is there a city in America with a more moribund culture than San Francisco?

I’m ceaselessly amazed by the gay community’s myopic eagerness to sacrifice everything that has made our lifestyle unique, exciting, and dangerous, in exchange for heteronormative domesticity.

Camille Paglia—the greatest feminist critic of all time—says it so eloquently:

Homosexuality is not normal. On the contrary it is a challenge to the norm… Nature exists, whether academics like it or not. And in nature, procreation is the single relentless rule. That is the norm. Our sexual bodies were designed for reproduction. Penis fits vagina; no fancy linguistics game-playing can change that biologic fact.

…Gay activism has been naive in its belligerent confidence that “homophobia” will eventually disappear with proper “education” of the benighted. Reeducation of fractious young boys on the scale required would mean fascist obliteration of all individual freedoms. Furthermore, no truly masculine father would ever welcome a feminine or artistic son at the start, since the son’s lack of virility not only threatens but liquidates that father’s identity, dissolving husband into wife. Later there may be public rituals of acceptance, but the damage will already have been done. Gay men are aliens, cursed and gifted, the shamans of our time.¹⁴³

For decades, being gay has meant transgression and the violation of taboos. It’s been an act of rebellion, an automatic entry pass into society’s underworld. Our weirdness is our strength—it gives us an edge, a power and a charm over everyone else. Why would we want to give all that up?

Smart gays who have been around the block, like celebrity drag queen RuPaul, understand this instinctively. RuPaul correctly tells gay men they should strive to stay outside “the matrix.”

He knows that going mainstream would be death to drag culture and once in a while he is brave enough to say so in interviews.¹⁴⁴ But even drag culture is slowly feeling the influence of the perpetually offended: RuPaul was the victim of social-justice censorship himself, when the trans lobby forced his popular show, RuPaul’s Drag Race, to stop using the phrase, “You’ve got she-mail,” in case any transgender people were offended.

Being perverse is okay. Listen to Camille Paglia, my fellow fags. Realize you have an energy and power others would kill to access.

I don’t want to have a spouse and kids and a front lawn. I want to be hurled out of a nightclub at three in the morning in a drug-fueled stupor. Caring for my offspring will be the nanny’s job.

IN TRUMP’S AMERICA, GAYS ARE NATURAL CONSERVATIVES

The gay establishment refuses to acknowledge that Donald Trump is a fabulously camp cultural figure. He’s the drag queen president! It’s easy to see why so many gays I know secretly adore him. All that pizazz and bluster! To say nothing of his strong position against Islamic homophobia. He oozes control and authority. He so obviously ought to be a gay icon.

That’s why I coined the nickname “Daddy” for him, which annoyed just about everyone.

If gay people want to stay true to our historic reputation of transgression and boundary pushing, there is no better way to do it than becoming conservative. MAGA is the new punk rock. Even punk legend Johnny Rotten recognizes it. Being openly gay is no longer a risky, dangerous affair. Being gay and openly conservative? Well, that’s another matter entirely. Here’s how Chadwick Moore described his two experiences of coming out:

When I was growing up in the Midwest, coming out to my family at the age of 15 was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. Today, it’s just as nerve-wracking coming out to all of New York as a conservative. But, like when I was 15, it’s also weirdly exciting.¹⁴⁵

There’s a lesson for progressives here. Ramping up your political intolerance, as you are currently doing, will only backfire. It may cow a few easily intimidated, easily influenced gays into silence, but the best of us—the thrill-seekers, the explorers, the dark adventurers who are drawn to the forbidden and the dangerous—we’ll be heading straight for the door. And we won’t be coming back.

Gay organizations pour money into programs to stop kids using “gay” as a playground slur or calling people “faggots” on the web, but my Dangerous Faggot tour, watched by millions of young people around the world, has done more to reclaim the words gay and faggot than all the anti-discrimination workshops ever staged in America. We aren’t an underclass any longer, so why stick with the politics of victimhood?

Peter Thiel was the first gay guy ever to openly discuss his sexual orientation before the Republican National Convention. He went up on stage, before an audience of conservative delegates, and announced that he was both proud to be gay, and proud to be a Republican. The audience jumped to their feet and cheered. The historical significance of an openly gay businessman being applauded at the RNC may have been lost on pearl-clutching leftist faggots, but to me it was one of the greatest events in modern gay history. The party of Rick Santorum is now also the party of Peter Thiel.

The progressive Left will never admit this, but Thiel and I have, in less than a year, done more good for the image of gays in America than decades of political advocacy from left-wing groups. We’ve shown America that not every gay man is a walking cardboard of tokenism like Ross Mathews. Mothers of the Midwest now know their sons don’t have to define their lives by the fact that they like sucking dick.

Just as mainstream gays are no longer the ones pushing boundaries, they’re also no longer achieving their stated goal: winning more acceptance and tolerance for gays in America. Every time a conservative-hating gay like Dan Savage goes on TV to berate Christians for their bigotry and small-mindedness, all he’s doing is preaching to the liberal choir, who are already well on board with gay rights, and alienating the rest of America. It’s right-wing fags like Thiel and me who are doing the real work.

There is something naturally conservative about gays and our instincts. Male gays in particular are natural achievers: we tend to earn higher salaries than our straight counterparts, we have above-average IQs, and we’re less likely to become fat.¹⁴⁶ We value aspiration, success, hard work and talent—all goals historically associated with the right. Ayn Rand (alongside Friedrich Hayek and other Austrian-school economists) boldly proclaimed the value of wealth, and humanity’s quest for achievement. It’s a perfect fit for gays, who have counted some of history’s greatest geniuses among our ranks: Alexander the Great, Sir Francis Bacon, Alan Turing, Abraham Lincoln…

Championing the fortunate, the successful, and the able has never been particularly popular. People are naturally inclined to sympathize with underdogs, and to take pity on the less fortunate. But you occasionally need a Nietzsche or a Rand to remind society why striving for greatness—be it power, fame or wealth—is important. The best way to help the less fortunate is not to proclaim their superior virtue, but to help them improve their condition. You need the extravagance of elites to motivate the less fortunate.

And if there’s one thing a good gay appreciates, it’s extravagance. We aren’t all divas who crave opulence and fame, but enough of us are for it to be considered one of our natural characteristics. Good looks and glamour are two of my most cherished ideals. As Somerset Maugham—who once described himself as “a quarter normal and three-quarters queer”—admitted, the homosexual “Loves luxury and attaches peculiar value to elegance.”

I know I just said it but once again: gays are skinnier than average. And our love of good clothes, good hairdos, and good aesthetics is well established. In the age of the “fat acceptance” movement, how can we stick with the Left? We should look to Nietzsche for wisdom, not hideous queer studies professors.

Being one of the last boundary-pushers in the gay community pays dividends. At the end of 2016, readers of LGBTQ Nation named me “Person of the Year.” Despite an outraged response from the gay community, the publication respected the choice, and acknowledged that I had successfully become the “ultimate gay provocateur in a year of provocateurs.” If you’re a fag who craves the limelight as much as I do, take note: it’s conservative gays who get all the attention these days.

RETURN TO DEGENERACY

Gay men are chaos incarnate. We are gods of mirth, mischief, danger and innate perversion. As society’s subversive rebels, unencumbered by humdrum family ties, we can go further than anyone else. We can smash taboos. We can achieve greatness. We should never try to be normal.

Family values are for straight people, not for us. Get married if you want, but don’t pretend you won’t be secretly browsing Grindr and scouting out darkened parks and public toilets behind your husband’s back. (He’ll be doing the same.)

Christianity is not your enemy; it is a secret friend. The Devil needs the Church to stay in business, and naturally mischievous gay men need a book of rules to break. We need to be told that we’re wrong, we need to be told that we’re degenerate.

Part of the blame for all this certainly falls with gays, because we willingly accepted liberal victim programming for so long. Many in America still think this country is a terrible place for gays, ignoring the rest of the world. Gays are often terminally insecure and vain, we think our problems are the only problems. In America, it’s perfectly okay for people to not like each other. Just because someone doesn’t believe two guys should be able to get married doesn’t mean they hate gay people. Tying someone up and throwing them off a roof, that’s what real homophobes do.

Social justice and progressivism are strangling gays and gay culture. Even VICE editors are noticing that it’s Breitbart publishing radical gay editorials and provocative Britney Spears commentary, hosting gay porn star op-eds, and referring to “resident gay thots.” That’s a remarkable state of affairs for the Left to find itself in.

There is only one sentient issue GLAAD, PFLAG, GLSEN and any other gay establishment group needs to be focused on: AIDS. These organizations treat mis-gendered pronouns as a plague, while HIV infections continue to literally plague the gay community. Have they forgotten the men who died horrible, agonizing deaths only twenty years ago? A whole generation of gay men vanished. Are gay rights leaders so far gone that fighting for the right to a gay wedding cake becomes top priority, when 40,000 people were diagnosed with HIV in the US in 2015? Are the semantics between “marriage” and “civil union” so important that you’d disregard such tragedy?

Hysterical demands from dykes and trannies have brainwashed faggots into fighting the wrong war. We’ve given over all gay rights battles to the dykes, because we’re too scared to voice what Florence King called “the leading unpopular truth of homosexual life,” namely, “that gay men and lesbians don’t much like each other… In a normal country, they couldn’t bear to be in the same room together but in America they’re in the same minority group.”¹⁴⁷

Lesbians don’t care about HIV rates. Why would they, it has no bearing on their lives whatsoever. You can’t get HIV from scissoring. All lesbians care about is who wears the tux and who wears the dress at their tacky wedding. It’s time to stop lesbians from running the gay mafia and get them back where they belong: in porn.

People are sick of the gay establishment telling them what they’re allowed to say. Conservatives don’t hate gay people, they hate being told what to think. I’ve received a standing ovation from 1,200 Republicans for appearing in drag and ridiculing fat people. I’ve made frat boys sit down for two hours and listen to me talk about my dark sexual perversions. These kids don’t know who Sharon Needles or Amanda Lepore are, and they never will, but I’ve let them know it’s okay to be themselves through my drag persona, Ivana Wall. I’m every straight white male’s gay hall pass.

I hope this chapter helps both the alt-right and mainstream gays understand my motivations. I do consider being gay to be wrong. But I also like being wrong. Gays should be proud to be degenerates. Listen up, homos. Rescue what’s left of gay culture. Dump social justice. It’s so much better being bad.