The Migration…

A small factoid crossed my path today, one I haven’t validated but have no reason to challenge. I heard that Oklahoma City now has a higher per capita concentration of gays and lesbians than San Francisco. That sounded pretty strange to me, didn’t make much sense at all. Why would that have happened? You’d think the LGBT folk would migrate to where they were more accepted. OKC and the local redneck regimes just really are not all that enlightened and tolerant. Why would the LGBT folk stay in, or migrate to, where they’re really, really not wanted?

 Took a bit, but only a bit, to figure out a plausible reason.  Now, the reason I came to could get me seriously flamed by the above mentioned segments of society, kind of doubt they’d want to admit to it, but still it does make sense. Let me dare the dragon here and set down the foundation of my thought.

From what I’ve seen, of the folks whose ability to reproduce is compromised by their lifestyle, there’s a very distinct polarity to be seen among them: those who are at peace with themselves on the subject and those who are not.

Those who are not seem to focus more on the social consequences of their lifestyle than on the personal-psychological consequences of identifying as LGBT.  They focus on the social elements and shy away from dealing with their own personal sterility.

Procreation, the instinct to reproduce, is a primal instinct down at the bottom of the hierarchy and will in some degree or another, in some manner or another, influence every life. Even inverted into a loathing of the idea it is still the same instinct, just running inverted ( as a pertinent note: adoption is a social function, noble and good, but still social rather than personal… yes, you might nurture and mold that child, but still, it is someone else’s genetics represented into the future, not your own).

Soooo… how does the above mentioned dragon bait help explain a strangely high concentration of the LGBT folk in a region notorious for its’ intolerance?  Rather simple, really.

That segment of the LGBT folk who are not at peace with the idea of their own sterility genuinely need the bigotries and the biases, the slurs and the body slams of the primitive and the profane directed against their kind of people… as the counterbalance and distraction required to avoid dealing square up with the factual consequences of being a member of that community in the first place. 

Of course, the flip side of the whole sad sordid affair is this: the rednecks need the LGBT bunch almost as bad as the LGBT folk need the rednecks: if there’s no queers to hate how in the world are we going to certify our allegiance to the primitive culture to which we belong?  They could, but really can’t afford, to exterminate the LGBT folk, not without putting themselves at heavy risk for the same thing kinksters are scared of: seeing themselves in a mirror they can’t get away from. 

People.  Damn. Give me a hatful of hot nitro glycerin, I know what to do with that: get it to 38 degrees Fahrenheit and then do not drop it. But people? People are tricky, and twice as explosive.