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I have spoken some about my frustration with the incessant coverage of the Olympics just gone, but it would be remiss of me to not say how pleased I was to see that Australian fellow – Matthew Mitcham – win the GOLD in the ten-metre high dive late on in the piece.

You see, I have an admission to make: I am a sucker of the unrepentant, naturally flamboyant homosexual. Aussie GOLD medallist Matthew is just that, standing still you wouldn’t pick it, but even the slightest of moves (flick of an eyebrow, twitch of the calf) and there it is loud and proud. Even better was his reaction to the coded questioning by the press gallery (hushed whispers at the back, “is he gay?”), “Errr, fellas, c’mon, whattaya reckon!?!”

So on that note, I was happy to farewell the Games on a high note. Thus, I have been equally been pleasantly surprised to see that this orange juice company was so happy to employ a similarly flamboyant friend of Dorothy to promote their product. In fact, I think the fellow pimping this juice is a cross between Mr Humphries (“I’m Free!”) and the late, great Kenneth Williams (“Ohh err missus!”). It has been so heart warming to know that middle America were happy to embrace such a spokesperson for their vitamin C needs as early as the late-1950s.

For both issues of taste and legality, I have declined to speculate on the presence of that exuberant young lad lurking behind there. I will leave that thorny issues to your own imaginations!

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In the media industry where I've worked, I've met flamboyant, closeted and those you would never suspect. I've been outnumebred, in fact. Flamoyant is best - perfectly plucked eyebrows are a big plus.
USelaine said…
Those lipstick ready/done lips are the highlight for me. Gay men of all the shades and flavors appeal to me. A couple of decades ago, I read a thin tome called something like "Homophobia is a Feminist Issue", which drew a parallel to the ridicule and low status of feminine attributes to the hatred of males who were/are seen as exhibiting such characteristics. By doing so, they subvert the dominant paradigm, which enrages the carefully structured order of the day. The more empowered women become, the more acceptance gay men become, by the theory.
USelaine said…
*badly grammared**it's late here*
Anonymous said…
I once commented to a London-based Australian, gay as many of them are, that it was refreshing that the Aussies we encountered in London were so far from the 'ocker' stereotype. "That's why we're here", he countered.

Oh, something I meant to tell you. There's a splendid lady who goes to the Barrow bridge club. I partner her occasionally, she's a very sprightly eighty-odd and we often have a chat. Her name is Bessie Horne. (You know what's coming, don't you? Me, I was always a bit slow on the uptake.) Anyway, last Thursday she was interested in my running around Walney, and told me about how she and her Willie used to enjoy walking around Walney a lot after he had his heart implant when he was 72. My jaw when slack. "Your Willie?" I said. "The Willie Horne?" She nodded, unassumingly.

They were both like that, in their heyday. Quiet, unassuming, friendly. How different from the sporting divas of today.
Kitty said…
I managed to catch that part, when he did his dives and it was astounding. I wish I could go back and watch it all without knowing what would happen.

I bet you had better coverage of his story et al over there? They mentioned that he took more than a year off due to personal issues, but didn't go into more detail (not that I wanted to know everything, but there wasn't an interview or anything).

He seems like such a lovely person. That's just from the body language, maybe I'm totally off.
Kris McCracken said…
Boise Diva, I’m just waiting for a time that people can just be accepted for who they are, and people just on with their own lives!

USelaine, my excursions into gender studies (not much beyond undergrad at uni) revealed the sometimes thorny relationship between ‘queer studies’ and ‘women’s studies’. Hell, the divide between ‘homosexual’, ‘lesbian’, ‘bi’ and ‘transgender’ is often problematic enough.

The feminine aspect of the camp gay man is an interesting one. I’ve known guys who (closeted), exhibited no ‘campy’ mannerisms, but really did assume them upon ‘coming out’ into the gay community. Conversely, there are others who always had such mannerisms (from kindergarten on).

I like that we have all sorts of gay role models emerging now, from the ultra camp like Mitchim, who is absolutely (and quite bloody rightly) unapologetic about who he is, to someone like Ian Roberts, a big boofy rugged Rugby League guy who just happens to fancy men.

That’s what it will take to break some of the ignorance and fear that seems to float around with some people. (Off my high horse now!)
Kris McCracken said…
Enitharmon, I think that it really depends what part of Australia you are from. Attitudes are changing, more slowly in some places than others, but I am confident that as a nation, Australia can be reasonably proud with how we have advanced on the ‘Gay issue’. Even moreso in Tasmania, where we were further behind than other states. I did muse on this a little while ago on this very blog.

BTW, that Bessie Horne story does make me style. She clearly has a touch of class about her!

Kitty, I think that he has had suffered with depression in the past. I know that he is from a rural area, so like so many gay men probably struggled with it at some point (the rates are appalling). Like you, the thing that attracts me to his character that he just seemed very natural, very excited, no PR coaching like the swim team. I agree that he does seem a genuinely lovely person, and that isn’t something I have felt much of this Olympics.

That said, I am sure that there are heaps of them there, it’s just that all of the media training drains all of the ‘natural charisma’ out of someone.

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