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THANKLESS BRATTY GAYS DENOUNCE THE COMMUNITY WHICH USED TO CARE ENOUGH TO FIGHT FOR THE FREEDOMS THEY NOW ENJOY SO DISDAINFULLY.

FROM TORONTO'S GRID: Dawn of a new gay




Why you won’t find the younger generation partying in the Village or plastering rainbows on their bumpers.

Forty years after the Manifesto and the infamous Stonewall Riots in New York City, a new generation of twentysomething urban gays—my generation—has the freedom to live exactly the way we want. We have our university degrees, homes and careers. In Toronto, we’ve abandoned the Church Wellesley Village. We’re tattooed and pierced and at the helm of billion-dollar industries like fashion and television. We vacation with our boyfriends in fabulously rustic country homes that belong to our parents, who don’t mind us coming to stay as a couple. Hell, we even marry our boyfriends, if we choose to, on rooftops overlooking Queen West. Our sexual orientation is merely secondary to our place in society. We don’t need to categorize or define ourselves as gay, and who we sleep with—mostly men and, hey, sometimes women—isn’t even much of a topic of conversation anymore. The efforts of Wittman and his peers produced a whole new type of gay. Say hello to the post-modern homo. The post-mo, if you will.


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