I promised to get these out sooner but as previously discussed I am a bad Spo-fan. Here are the solutions to the birthday puzzle. I will update the previous entry with a link to these as well.
Spo Birthday Crossword
Today is Dr Spo‘s birthday. Nobody will accuse me of being a good Spo-fan, but it was high time I offered some kind of birthday prize. It isn’t serviceberry jam or a used microwave or Kerr’s kisses or a Kitchenaid mixer, but it’s something.
Alas, I expect this prize to be even more of a flop than the Sassybear fanfic I republished the other day. I had hoped to embed some nice interactive puzzle you could fill in online, but the stirges at WordPress don’t make this easy. As a result I expect even Dr Spo won’t bother trying it out, never mind the rest of you. It’s probably just as well. It is not a particularly good crossword, and some of the answers are obscure or unfair. But if it gives somebody a few minutes of entertainment then I ought to be satisfied. There’s a printable version here, for thems who have access to a printer.

Across
2 Admired handcrafted garments
5 Dr Spo’s vocation
9 Astrological Cancers in terms of emotional need
12 Three adjective simile
14 Exclamation of embarrassment: Oh the …
15 Former vacation destination, full of plays
18 Perpetually present in Michigan
19 The largest Director’s middle name
20 His hoard is as large as the laundry pile
21 Sororal archetyical inspirations, one of whom plays the tuba
25 Token female director who does most of the work around here
26 Musical naptime occasions
27 Oldest Director
29 Snacks to avoid
32 Cement pond resident
33 Wearing last season’s is a grave faux pas
34 The effect of bravery on one’s spine
35 Nibling nickname; also Anne Marie
36 Musical arrangement for singed felines
37 The youngest nibling’s nickname
Down
1 Philosophical outlook
3 The quiet Director; has all his fingers
4 Composer who shares Spo’s birthday
5 Posting one is box-office poison
6 Favorite movie
7 Rationalist in the house
8 Collective pronoun
10 Deity of medical records
11 Mopey household spirit
13 Future ex-wife
14 Location of one’s precarious reputation
16 Archetypes who spin their threads Norsely
17 Princess pooch
18 Loudest Director
22 Tewkesbury cuisine
23 Blood-sucking pests who ruin everything
24 Director so loud it is little wonder he makes a second appearance
28 Enthusiastic condiment
29 Residency residence
30 Avoid in foodstuffs and purchases
31 Second component of royal nibling’s nickname
Update: As previously threatened, here are the solutions.
Saturday Night Protest Party!
This is how I am feeling right now.
Dance like no one’s watching.
Sing like no one’s listening.
“Don’t Back Down” – Donald Dump finally got convicted, but that muthafucka belongs in JAIL for TREASON! LOCK HIM UP!!
“And yes, age is an issue. I’m a grown man running against a six-year-old.” – Joe Biden, April 2024.
RESIST, INSIST, PERSIST, ENLIST! (Thank you Hillary!)
VOTE BLUE 2024!
PS – HAPPY BIRTHDAY (June 1) to Squire John Gray!




Rule 34 Strikes Again
Recently Sean (the dear!) was posting thirst traps to his blog, but was worried about how they would be received by his readership. As I am straight now they had no effect upon me one way or the other, but I assured him that much of his readership would find it inspiring. He was doubtful, so I decided to look for evidence.
Lo and behold, I eventually found that evidence on one of those fanfiction sites. People have certainly been busy putting poor Sassybear in interesting situations. Below I have pasted an excerpt from one of those stories; hopefully it is tame enough that my blog will not get shut down by the WordPress Morality Police. (Let’s just say those fanfiction writers tend to get racy.)
Treadmill, Interrupted
Deb_SWS
Summary:
Sean is busy exercising when he is interrupted by the doorbell.
Huff, huff, huffed Sean as he ran on his treadmill. His thicket of chest hair glistened with sweat as he jogged, his pectoral muscles rippling, his shapely thighs burning. Exercising on a treadmill in his basement was less fun than hitting the trails of upstate New York, but the weather outside was dreadful, and Sean wanted to spend his energy exercising, not dealing with catcalls and wolf whistles as he jogged by.
Although Sean had a sense that others found him stunningly attractive, he could not understand why. He thought of himself as an ordinary fellow who had put on a few too many pounds. Furthermore he wanted to be healthy regardless of how he looked, so jogging on the basement treadmill it was. Besides, he wanted to look good for his upcoming trips to Provincetown and Fort Lauderdale.
It was true that while on vacation he tended to receive his fair share of salacious attention — waiters proffering impromptu shoulder massages, total strangers stroking his chest under the pretense of brushing away anoles from his clothes — he felt oddly self-conscious about walking around in public without his shirt the way all the other beautiful men did. Exercise was no fun but Sean hoped the results would be worth the effort.
Huff, huff, huffed Sean, thinking that if he had an especially good workout he would later be able to reward himself with an alcoholic beverage probably containing gin. Huff, huff.
“Ding dong!” said the doorbell.
“Who could that be?” asked Sean. He was not expecting company. Might it be a Jehovah’s Witness or some Mormon elders visiting to convert him? Perhaps it was a fundraiser for the Republican Party?
“Ding dong!” repeated the doorbell, more insistently.
Shirtless and sweaty, Sean felt he was in no condition to be answering the door. But it might be important, and if somebody was going to answer it would have to be him. Sean’s handsome husband Jeffrey was out of the house, and his adorable dog Harvey was not tall enough to reach the doorknob. Sean decided he would risk going upstairs and peeping through his peephole.
“Ding dong!” said the doorbell a third time. Clearly this visitor was both insistent and impatient. With a sigh, Sean turned off the Tig Notaro comedy special he had been watching and headed up the stairs, his calves aching from the treadmill.
At the door stood a tall muscular blue-eyed man who bore a remarkable resemblance to Alan Ritchson, star of Reacher, the ensemble series Titans, and the horrible sitcom Blue Mountain State. Transfixed, Sean opened the door.
“Yes?” asked Sean.
“Why hello,” said the tall muscular blue-eyed man. “I have a special delivery for Sean B____. Would he happen to be around?”
“I’m Sean,” said Sean. “But I am not expecting any deliveries. Lately I have been using my incredible willpower to avoid impulse purchases. Perhaps there has been a mistake?”
“Oh, I doubt that,” said the tall muscular blue-eyed man. “This is a surprise gift from Hugh Jackman and Chris Meloni.”
“Hugh Jackman and Chris Meloni? Why would they be sending me a gift?”
“Apparently, they were talking with one of your friends recently, and they realized they had not been paying you the attention you deserve. They worried they were acting like you didn’t exist, which made them feel awful. So they decided to make it up to you with this special delivery.”
“Oh, I’m flattered!” said Sean. “I’m not sure what to say. But may I ask you a question?”
“Go right ahead, sir,” said the tall muscular blue-eyed man.
“I notice that you bear a remarkable resemblance to Alan Ritchson, star of Reacher, the ensemble series Titans, and the horrible sitcom Blue Mountain State. Do you get tired of being told that?”
“Of course not. I am Alan Ritchson, after all,” said the tall muscular blue-eyed man, who in fact was Alan Ritchson.
“You’re Alan Ritchson? But why are you working as a delivery driver?”
“Food inflation has been pretty high, and it turns out that being an internationally famous TV and film star doesn’t always pay enough to cover the bills. So sometimes I take on gig work.”
Sean’s mind boggled. All of a sudden he had a newfound appreciation for his soul-deadening job in government bureaucracy. “May I ask another question?” Sean asked.
“Go right ahead.”
“Why are you taking your shirt off?”
“As I said, Sean,” said internationally famous TV and film star Alan Ritchson, “this is a special delivery.”
Holiday Disspirits
Well, another Dec 5 has come and gone, yet I am still here. I have not been beaten with bundles of sticks. I have not been thrown into a wicker basket and been taken down to my forever home. Krampusnacht has come and gone, and justice has not been served.
Now that Henry Kissinger is gone, I am not sure there are many more suitable candidates for the Krampus’s wrath. I have been naughty and misbehaving for decades, and this year I turned things up a notch. I was greedy and miserly and gluttonous. I was oblivious to other people’s pain. I left many cruel comments on people’s blogs under the guise of wit. I studiously avoided charity and kindness. I openly questioned people’s relationships with their One True Loves in Ohio. I flubbed basic knowledge of queerness so badly I had to resign my card in humiliation and shame. I slacked off at work. I yucked other people’s yums. I neglected my chores at home. I didn’t read enough books. Whenever the opportunity presented itself to make the world a better place I looked away and pretended I had not seen. I hurt people’s feelings. I used uncouth unladylike language regularly. I got along poorly with others and had a few screaming fits at people who did not deserve such. I was a bad friend and a bad neighbor. I was lazy and undisciplined. I let too many correspondences lapse from neglect. When in the company of others I dominated conversations and talked too much, and whined and moaned and complained. I always had advice to proffer and no grace to accept any that was given. I played Mariah Carey’s Christmas tune on endless repeat for hours and hours. I spent money on indulgent fripperies like money was going out of style, and refused to give money to those who would really benefit. I am generally regarded, if regarded at all, as the most unpleasant, stingy, sinful person in town. And yet, once again justice has not been served. I am beginning to wonder whether the Krampus is even real.
Ayn and John
Now that I am straight, I decided it was high time that I started reading the literature of my people. As such, I was reading Ayn Rand’s first novel We the Living, and guess who makes a cameo?
Historians will write of the “Internationale” as the great anthem of the revolution. But the cities of the revolution had their own hymn. In days to come, the men of Petrograd will remember those years of hunger and struggle and hope — to the convulsive rhythm of “John Gray.”
It was called a fox-trot. It had a tune and a rhythm such as those of the new dances far across the border, abroad. It had very foreign lyrics about a very foreign John Gray whose sweetheart Kitty spurned his love for fear of having children, as she told him plainly. Petrograd had known sweeping epidemics of cholera; it had known epidemics of typhus, which were worse; the worst of its epidemics was that of “John Gray.”
-p. 154
The revolution in question is the Russian revolution that brought the Communists to power. It turns out Rand is not fond of communism, given that she spent formative years living through the Russian revolution and apparently had her father’s business confiscated by the State.
It turns out that John Gray makes more than a cameo in the book. In her characteristically deft and understated way, Rand beats us over the head with the song any time she wants to juxtapose the rhetoric of the glorious Communist Revolution with the miserable way people living under the Revolution actually lived.
And what does this “John Gray” sound like, I hear you ask? Fortunately for you, the capitalist pig-dogs at Youtube have made it available:
Detransition, Baby
Did you know that trans people can write books? I guess I should not have found it that surprising. Lots of people can write books, and I never explicitly thought trans people couldn’t write books, but now that I am straight I just assume all cultural works are created by straight people like me. Looks like I am wrong! (Oh my. Does this mean gay people can also write books? Mind blown.)
In any case, among my pickups at the library Pride display was a novel called Detransition, Baby by Torrey Peters. This book is about detransitioning and about babies, although not necessarily in that order. I am not sure I want to reveal much more of the plot than that, because unlike Rick I really liked this book and hope that some of you read it. (“Liked” might be a strong word. The book was compelling if not likeable, in any case.)
Did you know that trans people have a culture, and that is pretty different from straight culture? Furthermore, it seems pretty different from mainstream gay culture, too. Who knew? This book is probably written for outsiders to that culture, but it reads as if it is written for insiders. The effect is that we feel as if we are peeking into a new world we didn’t know exist, and where we will somehow not ruin everything by observing. Although I am 100% confident that this book is not the definitive guide to trans experiences, it reads like a book that is a definitive guide to a particular trans experience. There are a lot of passages about the rituals and conventions about this culture, as well as the mandatory observations about how cis people are clueless around their trans brethren. The book is full of clever observations, many of which made me feel bad for enjoying.
The book feels genuine. The characters here are not heroic propaganda pieces in the Culture Wars. They are kind of messed up, and they all do unlikable things even though we want to like them. They think and say politically-incorrect things, and even worse have the audacity to criticize their own tribes. I don’t think Torrey hates white trans woman culture, but she sure can be judgmental of it.
On the other hand, the straight male characters feel more like cardboard cutouts, and often they end up being villainous, but I suppose nobody else is going to fill that niche.
The book is structured pretty well. The plot is tight and solid. In several cases scenes that you thought were present for character development are actually Chekov’s Gun, which adds a lot to the story. I did not re-read the book but even in taking excerpts I could see all of the herrings Torrey plants that point towards future revelations. As Sassybear knows I have problems suspending disbelief, but even though many of the situations in this book are wild (Truvada as a trans birth-control regimen, anyone?) they did not knock me out of the story.
If you choose to read this book you should be forewarned that Torrey is merciless. She writes things that might well make you feel uncomfortable. Although the actions of her characters are consistent to their natures, some of those actions are not pretty.
On that note, I will close with an excerpt that illustrates the politically-incorrect observations Torrey makes. I enjoyed this passage, which is more evidence that can be used against me in case I ever appeal my conviction. (I had originally planned to post a long excerpt about juvenile elephants, but in addition to upsetting Maddie it contained some false statements, so I swapped it for this one.)
If you are a trans girl who knows many other trans girls, you go to church a lot, because church is where they hold the funerals. What no one wants to admit about funerals, because you’re supposed to be crushed by the melancholy of being a trans girl among the prematurely dead trans girls, is that funerals for dead trans girls number among the notable social events of a season.
Who knows what people will say at a trans funeral? Will some queer make a political speech instead of a eulogy, so that for weeks afterward other queers will post outraged screeds about it on social media? How many times will a family member deadname or misgender the deceased from the pulpit, unabashed about it in his grief, peering out at the sea of weirdos who showed up unexpectedly to what he considered a family event? Did their son — er, daughter — really have all these friends? Which nice white cis person will remind the assembled mourners — a high percentage of whom are trans women themselves — that everyone must do to save trans women of color, who are being murdered (murdered!), although this particular highly attended funeral is, of course, a suicide, because that’s how the white girls die prematurely.
-p. 209
Eleven Years in Jail
Recently Maddie (the dear!) posted a Purity Test informing us how many years we would spend in jail for assorted perverted acts. To my shame (but not my surprise) my nymphomanic tendencies landed me eleven years in jail. Thinking through the quiz was like a kick to the face. It brought up a lot of memories of the relationship in which I committed the majority of the misdeeds that led to my sentence. The more I think back to that time the more ashamed I feel, but probably not for the reason you all think.
Have I written about this before? Probably, and no doubt this recounting will differ from others, because I am an unreliable narrator.
I shall refer to my ex-paramour as (the Divine) Miss M. We were incarcerated at an educational institution together, and although we knew each other from classes we did not really run in the same social circles until I fixed my predatory gaze upon her. Shockingly I overcame my social anxiety and made the first move. We were all sitting in a hallway waiting to see our teaching staff or something, and her bubbly manner caught my eye. I introduced myself and tried to be her “friend,” and soon after I was trying to hang out with her a bunch. We took some classes together and our program was a fairly small group, so there were lots of opportunities for interaction. She seemed to have lots of friends and hobbies (including writing poetry), and she was pretty but not overly femme. She was also smart and opinionated, which drew me like a moth to a flame. (Sadly, she was not self-confident about her own intelligence, and since I was a go-hard grades-obsessed Marksist, it made her feel even more insecure.) She introduced me to chick music like The Indigo Girls that I feel nostalgic for to this day. She talked with me and joked with me over email. She spent time with me and did not demand that I get her fancy gifts and expensive dinners. She told me about her family and her cat and her thoughts. When I was in conflict and stress she comforted me. She was much better to me than I deserved.
Of course, there was a love triangle. One of our other classmates (and somebody I considered a friend) was also smitten by Miss M. I think it hurt him a lot when Miss M chose me, which is just another casualty of many in this tale.
It was clear that I was smitten, but nothing sexual happened for over a year. Then she held my hand, and later we were snuggling and kissing on benches. Eventually things progressed from there to overtly sexual acts, as if kissing is not a sexual act.
Even then I was aware of my intrinsically disordered proclivities, and so was Miss M. But that wasn’t really the biggest problem. The biggest problem was that I was an awful human being, especially to her. Think of all the ways a socially awkward, emotionally immature, deeply broken person can emotionally torment another, and I probably did it. I cringe in shame thinking of the things I did. One of the milder ones was talking in baby/toddler talk to her incessantly for several months, but it got much worse than that. Once I thought people I knew were watching me holding hands with her, so I snatched my hand away. I was guilty of threatening self-harm around her to get my own way. When she was sad I automatically assumed it was something I had done, even though her mother was ill at the time, and died of cancer soon after. Once she messed up in a way that was deeply embarrassing to her, and instead of comforting her I tried to initiate a Performance Improvement Plan. I was insufferable.
Of course, I was oblivious to all the ways in which I was hurting her. I clung to her and depended upon her emotional labor, and offered little in return. At first I was “funny” and “charming”, but that gave way to emotional manipulation and outright abusive behavior. (Spo-fans will be familiar with this pattern.) Once she left me a voicemail where she was crying, and I did not respond well. Once I felt guilty because she would take cabs home after our trysts, and so I gave her a big lump sum of money, which she interpreted as me thinking of her as a prostitute. That was not my intention, but it is not as if I comforted her.
Sweet baby Jesus that wasn’t the worst of it. I also hurt other people in the process. In our program was another fellow who was peripherally in our friend group. He was a bit of a bully and started calling Miss M a derogatory epithet, and in response I started calling HIS girlfriend a derogatory epithet, which was really hurtful to said girlfriend and which she did not deserve at all. The damage I did was immeasurable.
At some point I decided I would leave town, and it did not even occur to me that Miss M would have opinions about this. I don’t know whether that was the last straw or whether that straw came earlier, but finally she came to her senses and dumped me. Of course, I wanted sex afterwards, which added five years to my sentence for “sex with an ex”. I could not even understand why Miss M didn’t seem to be into it.
Sweet baby Jesus.
Thank all of the goddesses Debra worships that she dumped me. I was a terrible person to her. Despite all that we kept in touch for a while. She even came to visit me once in Lurkville. It hurt a lot to be dumped. I don’t think I really got over it for years and years, if indeed I am over it now. But boy howdy did she do the right thing.
It has been years — decades even — and we have mostly lost touch. I still send her a message each birthday, which she dutifully ignores. She did eventually get into another relationship, which had complications of its own. I don’t know much about where she is at now, but I hope she’s doing well and is happy. I also hope that the other people I hurt during that time are doing well. This is mostly wishful thinking.
As for the sex? In some sense it was fine, and in some senses it was awful. I was terrified of pregnancy, so not much penis-vagina interaction happened, and the first time it did I traumatized Miss M by bursting into tears of fear and unhappiness; I cried for half an hour. When we were sexually involved I far preferred attending to her pleasures than the other way around. I enjoyed cuddling, and I enjoyed boobies, and I enjoyed cunnilingus. But I was not a good lover.
In some sense maybe it was nice that I got sex out of the way, so that I did not spend the rest of my life wondering what it was all about. But it was never mind-blowing, and it was always tinged with guilt and fear. Certainly the experience was not worth the cost. If I could relive those years I would wish that Miss M choose her other suitor over me. He was a good guy and even if their relationship was not a long-term one (as if mine was?) it would have been less harmful to her.
Given my intrinsically disordered proclivities, was I genuinely attracted to Miss M? Who knows? She was pretty enough, and I suppose I found her attractive. Back before I was straight, there were certainly dudes who made me weak in the knees in ways that I tended not to feel towards ladies, but that doesn’t mean I did not find ladies unattractive in their own way. Even before I was straight I found the misogynistic gynephobia expressed by so many gay men offputting, and maybe this is why.
Miss M was not the first person I traumatized, and she would not be the last. To this day I am acutely aware of my emotionally abusive tendencies, which may be one reason I have not been in an explicitly sexual relationship since. But it is not as if I am innocent either. Among the few friendships I have, several (maybe the majority?) are with women, and those women just happen to be interesting and attractive. My predatory impulses have not diminished one bit.
So, eleven years in jail. It doesn’t seem like enough. I deserve several times that for the harm I have caused. I suppose we should all be hoping that there is an afterlife so I get my just desserts.
Rick
Now that I am straight I figured it was time to learn about some of the things that straight people should be frightened of. Fortunately a visit to the public library last month provided ample opportunity. Right at the front entrance — where children might see — there was a bookshelf full of Pride-related books. Given that I do not know very much about gay culture (which Spo-fans will recall is how I got into this mess in the first place) I picked up a few and took them home and read them.
One of the books was titled Rick by Alex Gino. It is ostensibly a children’s book, published by Scholastic. I suspected it was one of the many books challenged by parents at school boards, and sure enough I was right. Although I am not a free-speech absolutist I am pretty close, but after reading the book for myself even I have to admit that the Concerned Parents have a point. This book does not seem appropriate for children at all.
This blog entry is going to be pretty spoilery, so if you want to experience the surprises contained in this work of literature for yourself (and are emotionally-mature enough to handle the subject matter) then you might want to stop here and pick up the book before continuing. Otherwise let us spoil away.
The protagonist Rick is either pre-pubescent or in early puberty. He is headed off to middle school and is anxious about it. Fortunately his best friend Jeff is going to middle school too, so Rick won’t be alone. Jeff gets into trouble sometimes and bullies people, but Rick and Jeff enjoy playing violent video games together, and Jeff is nice enough to Rick, so they get along okay.
One thing that upsets Rick is that he makes objectifying statements about girls in their class, such as calling girls hot and questioning whether they have boobs. Rick does not find girls hot and does not question whether they have boobs, so he feels out of place. Then he learns about the school “Rainbow Spectrum” club, which I guess is what the kids call Gay-Straight Alliances these days. He is scared to go but goes anyways, and he meets a bunch of weirdos with all kinds of identities. At some point Rick decides that since he does not like objectifying girls (or boys) he must be asexual. Nobody believes him because he is in early puberty, but he sticks to his guns and accepts that if things change later it will be okay. (I for one hope he holds lightly to that identity. There are certainly asexuals in the world, but for most of us once the hormones kick in it is game over. I wanted to avoid sex too and look what happened to me.)
Together the club decides to put on a talent show/cabaret to raise money for LGBTQ+ books in the classroom. They put up some posters to advertise, but — oh no! — some homophobe defaces them. It turns out that the homophobe is Jeff, who even asks Rick to cover for him as he attempts to light a sign on fire.
This revelation makes Rick feel torn between his old best friend Jeff and his new best friends in the Rainbow Spectrum club. But eventually Jeff gets found out, and Rick dumps him as a best friend, and instead allies himself with the weirdos. Meanwhile Rick gets suspended for a whole week, and justice has been served.
There is also a subplot about Rick getting to know his cosplaying transvestite grandpa, but that is less relevant to my Concerns.
After reading this book I was quite frankly horrified. They allow children to read this?
I understand that Rick and the Rainbow Spectrum weirdos are supposed to be the heroes of this book, but let’s consider Jeff. The message of this book is that if somebody acts in homophobic ways you should dump them and not try to be their friend anymore, and that you should be relieved if they are suspended from school. Has anybody in this universe heard of the school-to-prison pipeline? This is how it happens. Kids are troubled, they act out, they get in trouble with their school administrations, they lose their friends for being difficult, and then…? And then they get into more trouble, because they are hurting more, and sooner or later the cops get involved, and then they get criminal records and life gets even more difficult.
I understand that it is the fashion these days to ostracize those who are difficult, but having been in proximity to quite a few people who are on the bottom rungs of society, I can say that charisma and navigating systems are not their strong skills. Instead, they have been hurt and abandoned and hurt and abandoned over and over again. You don’t help these people get better by abandoning them further. You help these people via stability and trust.
Furthermore, I also happen to be a troubled person (who, as Spo-fans know, is still deeply troubled) who through no skill of my own landed in a situation where I was accepted for all (well, most) of my flaws. I am still a deeply broken mess, but the trust and stability others demonstrated towards me gave me the space to heal, at least a little.
There is little in this resolution that is about resilience. It is true that Rick maintains his friendship with Jeff longer than other people think he should, and it is true that there are circumstances where people need to ditch others for their own well-being. But those of you in long-term relationships understand that there are always things in your partner that you find distressing, and that you will never ever change. So what do you do? You can dump your partner for their flaws, or you can accept those limitations and appreciate the ways in which this person is of benefit to you. There is a wide, wide gap between choosing not to be besties with somebody and dumping them forever, and this book is content to take that polarized view.
I appreciate that most of you have little sympathy for Jeff (what if I told you he was black?), but there are other considerations here. Jeff has just been punished and ostracized for defacing some posters. What do we think happens next? Does Jeff become enlightened and stops hating gay people? Or does he get more bitter and more resentful, especially since he has lost his best friend to the Rainbow Spectrum weirdos? How does that increased bitterness make the rainbow community any more safe? It doesn’t, that’s how. Without friends or supports to keep him centred, it is entirely plausible that Jeff is preyed upon by recruiters on the far right, who are all too happy to tell Jeff that he is the real victim, and those snowflakes on the left are to blame. Lots of kids like Jeff end up on alt-right Reddit or the manosphere or (G-d forbid) Kiwifarms, and that does not make gay people any safer. Maybe additional supports would not fix Jeff, but they could at least be supportive, which might make it less likely that he is radicalized later. The earlier one intervenes the better, but this book abandons Jeff completely. There is nothing in the book about Jeff seeing a counsellor, or getting other supports (not that such supports are that effective, because abandonment). He just gets dumped and then mostly disappears.
Let’s talk about homophobes. Jeff has committed homophobic actions, but that in itself does not make him a homophobe. I do not like conflating the actions people take with their identities, and in the case of homophobic actions this is almost always a mistake. People who act out for attention frequently say and do the most offensive things they can — not because they believe these things, but because that gets them the most attention. Jeff probably does not have much love for queer people, and his actions made queer people feel unsafe, but that does not mean he hates queer people. The sooner we can get that into our heads, the more opportunities we have to address people’s homophobic actions so they are less dangerous to the queer community. Are people homophobic because they are trying to be offensive? Then we try to understand why they are trying to be offensive. Are they homophobic out of tribal loyalty? This is a tough nut to crack, but it starts with people moving from “all gay people are disgusting” to “all gay people are disgusting, except for my friend Jimmy. He’s not like those other gays.” Then hopefully it moves further. Are they homophobic because they have been emotionally scarred by an experience? Then we try to process that experience. In none of these cases is giving up helpful, but that is the way the pendulum has swung.
Who knows? Maybe all of you are right, and we can use punishment and ostracization to cure homophobia. Coercion is a powerful technique in the short term. But coercion leads to backlash, and backlash comes with all kinds of collateral damage. Sometimes force is necessary, but it is not a great first resort. Should Jeff face consequences for defacing posters? Sure. Should he face consequences from Rick for behaving badly? Yes, but the way Rick handles this is far from salubrious: he dumps all the complaints he had for the past several years on Jeff, and then unceremoniously dumps him. That is certainly a strategy, but keeping your feelings bottled up until you explode has consequences too. (Ask me how I know this.)
Look. I don’t have kids, and despite my new orientation I am very unlikely to ever have kids. (Can we take a moment to thank every single goddess Debra worships that this is the case?) But if I was a parent I would be Concerned about this book. It seems very much in the mainstream of modern queer discourse, but there are aspects of that discourse I find quite upsetting, and the hyperpolarization of tribal memberships is definitely one of them. I do not think this book is worthy of censorship, but it does not surprise me that Concerned Moms would want it off the shelves.
The Spouse Test Retyped
Now that I am straight I guess it is time for me to learn how straight relationships work. This seems like a lot of work, but fortunately Mike in Missouri (the dear!) provided a cheat sheet: he published a marital scale that accurately and objectively lists the properties spouses appreciate and do not appreciate in each other. Unfortunately the JPEG he published was difficult to read, so as part of my penance I have transcribed it. Perhaps you will be able to use these criteria to evaluate and improve your own straight relationships.
Carefully note the weightings that Dr Crane assigns to each question. I find the most heavily-weighted one particularly interesting.
Dr Crane describes the test at the bottom of the page, and gives the scoring at the top. I include both at the top, and only include the text for the husband text, as the wifely text is the same with the genders reversed.
Also note that Dr Crane’s rating scale is non-negative. A bold assumption! (There is a reason I shall never be a husband or a wife, I guess.)
Marital Rating Scale
George W. Crane, Ph. D., M.D.
Introductory Text
In computing the score, check the various items under DEMERITS which fit the husband and add the total. Each item counts one point unless specifically weighted, as in the parentheses. Then check the items under MERITS which apply. Now subtract the DEMERIT score from the MERIT score. The result is the husband’s raw score. Interpret it according to this table:
Raw Scores/Interpretation
- 0 – 24 : Very Poor (Failures)
- 25 – 41 : Poor
- 42 – 58: Average
- 59-75 : Superior
- 76 and up : Very superior
This test represents the composite opinions of 600 wives who were asked to list the chief merits and demerits regarding their husbands. They talked frankly. I have summarized the most frequently voiced flaws and virtues and have weighted those items which, in my judgment as a psychologist and physician, are especially important in marriage. I commend this test to the attention of all intelligent men who aspire to make their marriages both permanent and happy. Young men contemplating matrimony might very profitably use this test as a practical guide.
Dr. George W. Crane
Husband’s Chart
Demerits
- Stares at or flirts with other women while out with wife. (5)
- Reads newspaper at the table.
- Fails to come to table promptly when meal is ready.
- Brings guests home for meals without warning wife.
- Doesn’t phone when late for dinner.
- Compares wife unfavorably with his mother or other wives. (5)
- Publicly praises bachelor days and regrets having married.
- Criticizes wife in public. (5)
- Belches without apology, or blows nose at table.
- Leaves dresser drawers open.
- Leaves shoes in living room.
- Snores.
- Careless in bathroom — leaves razor out or ring around tub.
- Fails to bathe or change socks often enough.
- Fails to brush teeth regularly or keep nails clean.
- Dislikes to dress or shave on Sunday.
- Hangs ties or clothes on doorknobs.
- Picks teeth, nose, or sucks on teeth when in public.
- Objects to wife’s driving auto.
- Uses profanity or vulgarity.
- Blames wife for everything that goes wrong.
- Complains of being too tired to go out at night with wife.
- Is suspicious and jealous.
- Uses alcohol. If ever drunk. (5)
- Tells lies, not dependable. (5)
- Angry if newspaper is disarranged.
- Stubborn — rarely admits that he is wrong. Seldom apologises. (5)
- Talks of efficiency of his stenographer or other women.
- Teases wife re: fatness, slowness, etc.
- Tells embarrassing things about wife when out in public.
- Makes fun of wife’s hats, clothes, cooking, housekeeping, etc.
- Smokes in bed.
- Calls “Where is … ?” without first hunting the object.
- Monopolizes radio on Sunday as for the baseball broadcasts.
- Dislikes children, or scolds them too harshly. (5)
- A chronic ailer or patent medicine addict.
- Writes on tablecloth with pencil.
- A chronic braggart or boaster.
- Argues with or curses other motorists.
- Will not help wife’s relatives as much as his own.
- Rolls in bed covers — pulls them off wife.
- Eats onions, radishes, or garlic before dates or going to bed.
- Addicted to gambling.
- Defers too much to mother, a “mamma’s boy.” (5)
- Belittles wife’s opinions, her judgment, or ability. (5)
- Opens his wife’s mail.
- Boasts about his former girl friends or conquests. (5)
- Leaves lights burning all over the house.
- Kisses wife just after her make-up has been applied.
- Too much a book worm — doesn’t talk to wife enough when home.
Merits
- Gives wife ample allowance or turns pay check over to her. (5)
- Courteous to wife’s friends.
- Frequently compliments wife re: looks, cooking, housekeeping, etc. (5)
- Remembers birthdays, anniversaries, etc. (5)
- Helps wife with dishes, caring for children, scrubbing.
- Polite and mannerly even when alone with his wife.
- Consults wife’s opinion re: business and social affairs.
- Has date with wife at least once per week (5 per date)
- Reads newspaper, books or magazines aloud to wife.
- A good conversationalist.
- Steady worker and good provider. (5)
- Leaves car for wife on days she may need it.
- Handy about house re: fixing iron, vacuum, hanging pictures, etc.
- Enjoys taking wife along with him wherever he goes.
- Doesn’t interfere with wife’s correction of children.
- Carries adequate insurance for family. (5)
- Doesn’t quarrel with wife before children or the public.
- Makes guests feel welcome — an interesting entertainer.
- Often tells wife he loves her. (5)
- Usually comes home with a smile.
- Shares his business and personal problems with her.
- Holds wife’s coat and opens doors for her.
- Good humored in the morning.
- Even-tempered.
- Does not use tobacco.
- Interested in athletics.
- Writes often and lovingly when away from home.
- Plays with children or helps them with lessons. (5)
- Willing to go shopping with wife.
- Waits up for wife or calls for her at her party.
- Neat in appearance — shoes shined, hair cut, suit pressed.
- Attends church or urges children to attend Sunday school. (10)
- Attends parent-teacher meeting and educational lectures.
- Ambitious — works or studies to gain promotion.
- Surprises wife occasionally with candy, flowers, gifts.
- A fast and efficient worker, not the puttering sort.
- Willingly prepares own breakfast.
- Arden lover — sees that wife has orgasm in marital congress. (20)
- Shows wife attention and affection in public. (5)
- Is a careful auto driver.
- Kind, but firm and the head of his household.
- Well liked by men, courageous — not a sissy.
- Is true to his wife. (10)
- Eats whatever is served without grumbling or criticism.
- His children are pleased at his arrival home. (5)
- Tries to keep wife equipped with modern labor saving devices. (5)
- Gives wife real movie kisses not dutiful “peck” on the cheek.
- If wife is ill, phones from work to inquire about her.
- Neatly hangs up his clothes on hooks or hangers.
- Kisses wife when leaving for work or a trip.
Wife’s Chart
Demerits
- Slow in coming to bed — delays till husband is almost asleep.
- Doesn’t like children. (5)
- Fails to sew on buttons or darn socks regularly.
- Wears soiled or ragged dresses and aprons around the house.
- Wears red nail polish.
- Often late for appointments. (5)
- Seams in hose often crooked.
- Goes to bed with curlers on her hair or much face cream.
- Puts her cold feet on husband at night to warm them.
- Is a back seat driver.
- Flirts with other men at parties or in restaurants. (5)
- Is suspicious and jealous. (5)
- Uses slang or profanity. (5)
- Smokes, drinks, gambles, or uses dope. (5)
- talks about former boy friends or first husband.
- Squeezes tooth paste at the top.
- Reminds husband it is her money they are living on. (5)
- Tells family affairs to casual acquaintances, too talkative.
- A chronic borrower — doesn’t keep stocked up.
- Slows up card game with chatter and gossip.
- Opens husband’s personal mail.
- Frequently exceeds her allowance or family budget. (5)
- Eats onions, radishes, or garlic before a date or going to bed.
- Tells risque or vulgar stories. (5)
- Wears pajamas while cooking.
- Talks during movie, play or concert.
- Is more than 15 pounds overweight.
- Often whining and complaining.
- Discourteous to sales clerks and hired help.
- Shoulder straps hang over arms or slip is uneven and shows.
- Fails to wash top of milk bottle before opening it.
- Corrects husband’s speech or actions before others. (5)
- Saves punishment of children for father at night. (5)
- Serves dinner but fails to sit down till meal is half over — then wants husband to wait for her.
- Wears pajamas instead of nightgown.
- Fails to bathe or brush teeth often enough. (5)
- Puts stockings to soak in wash basin.
- Serves too much from tin cans or the delicatessen store.
- Visits mother too often — a spoiled child.
- Is snobbish or too much concerned in “keeping up with the Jones.”
- Dislikes husband’s hobbies as fishing, baseball, etc.
- Tells lies — is not dependable.
- Doesn’t want to get up to prepare breakfast.
- Insists on driving the car when husband is along.
- Smokes in bed or has cigarette stained fingers.
- Cries, sulks, or pouts too much.
- Makes evening engagements without consulting her husband.
- Talks too long on the phone.
- Is a gossip.
- Walks around house in stocking feet.
Merits
- A good hostess — even to unexpected guests.
- Has meals on time.
- Can carry on an interesting conversation.
- Can play a musical instrument, as piano, violin, etc.
- Dresses for breakfast.
- Neat housekeeper — tidy and clean.
- Personally puts children to bed.
- Never goes to bed angry, always makes up first. (5)
- Asks husband’s opinions regarding important decisions and purchases.
- Good sense of humor — jolly and gay.
- Religious — sends children to church or Sunday school and goes herself.
- Lets husband sleep late on Sunday and holidays.
- Encourages thrift — economical. (5)
- Laughs at husband’s jokes and his clowning.
- Ambitious for her family — urges higher attainment.
- Belongs to parent-teacher club, or child study group.
- A good cook — serves balanced meals. (5)
- Tries to become acquainted with husband’s business or trade.
- Greets husband at night with a smile.
- Has a pleasant disposition in the morning — not crabby.
- Keeps snacks in refrigerator for late eating.
- Likes educational and cultural things.
- Reacts with pleasure and delight to marital congress. (10)
- Faithful and true to husband. (10)
- Has pleasant voice — not strident.
- Has spunk — will defend her ideals and religion.
- Praises husband in public.
- Writes often and lovingly when away from husband.
- Writes to husband’s parents regularly.
- Willing to assist husband at office or shop.
- Sympathetic — likes children and unfortunates. (5)
- Keeps hair neatly combed or shampooed and waved.
- Often comments on husband’s strength and masculinity.
- Good seamstress — can make her own clothes or the children’s clothes.
- Gives husband shampoo or manicure.
- Keeps husband’s clothes clean and pressed.
- Bravely carries on during financial depression.
- Healthy or courageous and uncomplaining.
- Keeps self dainty, perfumed and feminine.
- Is of the same religion as her husband. (5)
- Has minor children to care for (5 points per child.)
- On friendly terms with neighbors.
- Fair and just in settling the children’s quarrels with others.
- Likes to vacation with husband.
- An active member of some women’s organization.
- Often tells husband she loves him. (5)
- Polite and mannerly even when alone with husband.
- Willing to get a job to help support the home.
- Praises marriage before young women contemplating it.
- Is unselfish and kind-hearted.