We, the few survivors of Sodom, seek to remain an invisible tribe that materializes and disappears mysteriously, ghosting in and out of the closet-cave as driven by our myriad desires. We suspect the rhetoric and politics of the entire rainbow agora and its bright utopian promises. We understand their tinny logic, insofar as it goes, but we seek deeper springs and and more ancient bonds for our heady love; not for the approval of the many, but with the desire and friendship of the few.
We reject the labels, fads, the hastily manufactured identities along with the opportunism of the Strait Gays (consumerism, traditionalism, assimilationism, etc.) and the strident neo-puritanism of the neo-Queers (an impossible politico-cultural project to bind the doomed LGBTQQI,ETC city) who are ready to mercenarily pitch all our natural lusts in the name of their constructed academic Causes.