Gay Conversion Therapy – Michelle Bachmann and the Radical Right
I am a barbarian… According to the “macho-man” who poses as Michelle Bachmann’s husband, I am a barbarian. I
find that to be something of a compliment, since I have never been in a fight in my life–except during my military
days when, frankly, I found myself expected to kill other people at the insistence of my homo-phobic government,
although the people that I was expected to kill were probably equally homophobic. No one ever thought to call
me barbaric before. Lots of people called me a gentleman, a friend, a bit of a geek and many other
things…but never a barbarian.
It sure seems to me that my friends were more accurate than Bachmann’s prissy husband, but maybe I am wrong.
Still, Michelle and her husband believe they can set me on the “right” – or “righteous” path. Apparently
Representative Bachmann’s and her husband’s small business – supposedly dedicated to righting our economy by
investing in the neighborhoods in which they exist – actually is a string of phychologists’ offices, where, among
other useful activities, they perform gay conversions–something that is actually condemned by the leading
professional organization–the APA or American Psychological Association, along with other prestigeous
As a matter of openness, I should let you know that I have never had a desire to be converted, but perhaps my
desires are merely demonstrating how barbaric I truly am. If the Bachmanns had entered my life earlier,
perhaps I would have recognized my barbarism and nipped it in the bud before I learned to love who I am rather than
to love who I love.
Gay conversion therapy is residue of the dark ages, when gay people were treated as diseased and in need of a
cure. Unfortunately, even in contemporary times, some gays believe that they can not have a productive, happy
and spiritual life unless they suddenly become something that they are not: heterosexual. Therapy does not
make a gay guy straight anymore than it can make a dog a cat – no matter how much praying is dedicated to the
chore. More important, though, it is unnecessary. Being gay can be as much of a gift as being a good runner, a
visionary painter or straight. We are what we are. We can be good; we can be evil. Isn’t it better to dedicate
ourselves to trying to be better people, contributing to our society, rather than trying to change who we love?
I am not a “gay pride” advocate. I am proud of what I have done. Don’t get me wrong, I am very proud of the
men I have loved, and I am very happy that I had a chance to love them. However being gay is not the source of my
pride any more than being straight would be if I had been heterosexual. I can’t imagine being a better person if I
In order to eliminate “gay conversion therapy,” each of us needs to come out of the metaphorical closet. We need
to show others who are in the sexual orientation minority that we are happy, fulfilled and productive members of
society. We need to show them that our affectional identity is neither a help nor a hindrance; it is simply a fact.
We need to tell them to accept their own orientation and get on with the job of simply being a person as intended
by a god, or nature, or chance, or luck, or fate, or evolution, or whatever.
With appologies to my Log Cabin friends (Republican Gays), it certainly seems that all G.O.P. candidates
(especially for President, but also for other offices) are scampering to the social right, so as not to
alienate those whose political agendas are driven by hate rather than genuine conservatism. Of course
Michelle Bachmann is leading the way for them, but we must realize that her views are genuine. She and her
self-hating husband actually do detest the rest of us. Other Republican leaders (all of them except
perhaps the thoroughly weird and charming Ron Paul) just pretend to hate us until it becomes time to campaign
during the general election. Then they will pretend to want to represent all of us. Don’t fall for the
Yes, the Democrats suck; but do you really want to risk a government run by the Tea Party and the visceral