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84 posted on 07/24/2012 10:00:41 AM PDT by JoeProBono (A closed mouth gathers no feet - Mater tua caligas exercitus gerit ;-{)
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To: QT3.14
Homosexual Manifesto
by Michael Swift

Reference. This essay was printed in the February 15, 1987 issue of the homosexual newspaper Gay Community News by Michael Swift, and was reprinted in the February 15-21 1987 Congressional Record.

We shall sodomize your sons, emblems of your feeble masculinity, of your shallow dreams and
vulgar lies. We shall seduce them in your schools, in your dormitories, in your gymnasiums, in
your locker rooms, in your sports arenas, in your seminaries, in your youth groups, in your movie
theater bathrooms, in your army bunkhouses, in your truck stops, in your all-male clubs, in your
houses of Congress, wherever men are with men together. Your sons shall become our minions
and do our bidding. They will be recast in our image. They will come to crave and adore us.
Women, you cry for freedom. You say you are no longer satisfied with men; they make you
unhappy. We, connoisseurs of the masculine face, the masculine physique, shall take your men
from you then. We will amuse them; we will instruct them; we will embrace them when they

Women, you say you wish to live with each other instead of with men. Then go and be with each
other. We shall give your men pleasures they have never known because we are foremost men
too and only man knows how to truly please another man; only one man can understand with
depth and feeling the mind and body of another man.

All laws banning homosexual activity will be revoked. Instead, legislation shall be passed which
engenders love between men.

All homosexuals must stand together as brothers; we must be united artistically, philosophically,
socially, politically, and financially. We will triumph only when we present a common face to
the vicious heterosexual enemy.

If you dare to cry faggot, fairy, queer, at us, we will stab you in your cowardly hearts and defile
your dead, puny bodies.

We shall write poems of the love between men; we shall stage plays in which man openly
caresses man; we shall make films about the love between heroic men which will replace the
cheap, superficial, sentimental, insipid, juvenile, heterosexual infatuations presently dominating
your cinema screens.

We shall sculpt statues of beautiful young men, of bold athletes which will be placed in your
parks, your squares, your plazas. The museums of the world will be filled only with paintings of
graceful, naked lads.

Our writers and artists will make love between men fashionable and de rigueur, and we will
succeed because we are adept at setting styles. We will eliminate heterosexual liaisons through
the devices of wit and ridicule, devices which we are skilled in employing.

We will unmask the powerful homosexuals who masquerade as heterosexuals. You will be
shocked and frightened when you find that your presidents and their sons, your industrialists,
your senators, your mayors, your generals, your athletes, your film stars, your television
personalities, your civic leaders, your priests are not the safe, familiar, bourgeois, heterosexual
figures you assumed them to be. We are everywhere; we have infiltrated your ranks. Be careful
when you speak of homosexuals because we are always among you; we may be sleeping in the
same bed with you.

There will be no compromises. We are not middle-class weaklings. Highly intelligent, we are the
natural aristocrats of the human race, and steely-minded aristocrats never settle for less. Those
who oppose us will be exiled. We shall raise vast, private armies, as Mishima did, to defeat

We shall conquer the world because warriors inspired by and banded together by homosexual
love and honor are as invincible as were the ancient Greek soldiers. The family unit spawning
ground of lies, betrayals, mediocrity, hypocrisy, and violence will be abolished. The family unit,
which only dampens imagination and curbs free will, must be eliminated. Perfect boys will be
conceived and grown in the genetic laboratory. They will be bonded together in a communal
setting, under the control and instruction of homosexual savants.

All churches who condemn us will be closed. Our only gods are handsome young men. We
adhere to a cult of beauty, moral and aesthetic. All that is ugly and vulgar and banal will be
annihilated. Since we are alienated from middle-class heterosexual conventions, we are free to
live our lives according to the dictates of the pure imagination. For us too much is not

The exquisite society to emerge will be governed by an elite comprised of gay poets. One of the
major requirements for a position of power in the new society of homoeroticism will be indul-
gence in the Greek passion. Any man contaminated with heterosexual lust will be automatically
barred from a position of influence. All males who insist on remaining stupidly heterosexual will
be tried in homosexual courts of justice and will become invisible men. We shall rewrite history,
history filled and debased with your heterosexual lies and distortions.

We shall portray the homosexuality of the great leaders and thinkers who have shaped the world.
We will demonstrate that homosexuality and intelligence and imagination are
linked, and that homosexuality is a requirement for true nobility, true beauty
in a man.

We shall be victorious because we are fueled with the ferocious bitterness of the oppressed who
have been forced to play seemingly bit parts in your dumb, heterosexual shows throughout the
ages. We too are capable of firing guns and manning the barricades of the ultimate revolution.
Tremble, hetero swine, when we appear before you without our masks!

85 posted on 07/26/2012 9:59:40 PM PDT by QT3.14 (We live in an era with Smart Phones and Dumb People)
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