Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable
seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?
~Ernest Gaines
As a sex therapist and educator, I belong to several
professional organizations, some quite academic,
others more supportive. A few months ago at a
less formal meeting of sex educators, the topic
of the British TV show Queer as Folk was being
discussed. Having only basic cable, I miss many
of the edgier channels and so had never seen the
show. My colleagues, a more-liberal-than-mainstream
bunch regarding sexuality, were concerned and
appalled at the sexual images used in the stories.
They were particularly upset that this show was
aired during prime time, making it accessible
to teens. They worried that adolescents might
view these images without the tempering input
of a parent. I thought the show must be very raunchy
and marvelled that it had passed Canadian censorship
boards, not a very liberal bunch.
In my local video store the other day, I spotted
a section of TV series tapes. There were two tapes
(the first season, I believe) of Queer as Folk.
Now I could see for myself what all the hoopla was
about!
I viewed the tapes and was indeed appalled at the
messages, but for entirely different reasons.
I thought the sex scenes were honest, informative,
and not overly graphic. Never, for instance, did
I see an erect penis, though the encounters themselves
read as "true". I could imagine how
useful these sexual depictions could be for curious
teens (male and female, gay and straight), ignorant
about just how sex is done, actually.
What alarmed me was the way in which the characters
conducted themselves. Almost all of the cast members
were either arrogant and unethical or stupid and
unethical. Taking action that seriously hurt innocent
bystanders (in one instance, a minor benign character
gets deported due to the actions of several of the
leads) was viewed as a social game. Families were
presented as either destructive or misguided. I
saw little of commitment or even fair play. I found
it hard to like any of the cast members, though
I pitied many of them and recoiled from others.
These were not the kind of folk I would want in
my life, queer or not.
And that got me to thinking about how sad it is
that, after years and years of struggling for recognition
and equality, the gay community finally lands a
prime time television show about its own, and the
characters are despicable. The irony is not lost
on me. It reminds me of early film days when sexually-powerful
heroines were routinely tamed, caged, or killed
at the end of the movie.
Most people do the best they can to get along without
hurting others, and they seek contact and intimacy
over power and control. Trusting in the ultimate
goodness of others propels us to risk making new
friends. Queer as Folk, though supposedly a rather
sensational but funny romp through London's Canal
Street scene, tarnishes not only queer people (by
association) but also further insulates us to the
outrage of irresponsible, unkind behaviour. I think
my colleagues missed the mark on their judgment
of this one: I think the problem lies not with those
who love, but with those who hate.
How do you feel about this issue? How many of you
have seen Queer as Folk? What are your reactions
to the characters, the plot lines, the sex scenes?
As always, we welcome and encourage your responses.
© 2002. Pega Ren,
Ed.D. All Rights Reserved.