[ SECRET POST #3830 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #3830 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.

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[Drake Bell and Josh Peck from Drake & Josh]


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[Death in Paradise, Ardal O'Hanlon]


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[Dreamwidth Roleplay]


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[Final Fantasy X & X-2]


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[Outlander]


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[Animal Crossing/Legend of Zelda]


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[Daredevil TV]


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Comments

[(Anonymous)]

This quote is long, so I'll tl;dr it:

Jamie Fraser believes/states that:

1) It is just not possible for two men to love another romantically, the way a man and a woman love one another.

2) Only men who can't have sex with women or a coward who's scared of women would have sex with other men, and it makes Fraser sick to his stomach.

3) Homosexuals are "pervert[s]" who "[mince about] and "[prey] upon helpless boys".

That... sounds fairly homophobic to me.



From Lord John and the Brotherhood of the Blade, Chapter 32:

[Context: Lord John Grey is discussing the arrest of his stepbrother for being caught in the act of having sex with another man.]

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“It is honor—but not the honor of my reputation. The end of it,” Grey said slowly, seeing it at last, “is that I cannot in honor see him hanged for a crime whose guilt I share—and from whose consequences I am escaped by chance alone.”

Fraser stiffened slightly. “A crime whose guilt ye share.” His voice was careful, realization—and distaste—clear in the words. He stopped, clearly not wishing to say more, but he could scarcely leave the matter there.

“This man. He is not only your stepbrother, but…your…” He groped for a word. “Your catamite?”

“He was my lover, yes.” The words should have been tinged with bitterness, but were not. Sadness, yes, but
most of all, relief at the admission.

Fraser made a brief sound of contempt, though, and Grey turned upon him, reckless.

“You do not believe that men can love one another?”

“No,” Fraser said bluntly. “I do not.” His mouth compressed for an instant, and then he added, as though honesty compelled him, “Not in that fashion, at least. The love of brothers, of kin—aye, of course. Or of soldiers. We have—spoken of that.”

“Sparta? Yes.” Grey smiled without humor. They had fought the battle of Thermopylae one night, in his quarters at Ardsmuir Prison, using salt cellars, dice, and cuff buttons on a map scrawled with charcoal on the top of his desk. It had been one of their evenings of friendship.

“The love of Leonidas for his men, they for each other as warriors. Aye, that’s real enough. But to—to…use a man in such fashion…” He made a gesture of repudiation.

“Think so, do you?” Grey’s blood was already high; he felt it hot in his chest. “You’ve read Plato, I know. And scholar that you are, I would suppose that you’ve heard of the Sacred Band of Thebes. Perhaps?”

Fraser’s face went tight, and in spite of the dim light, Grey saw the color rise in him, as well.

“I have,” he said shortly.

“Lovers,” Grey said, realizing suddenly that he was gloriously angry. “All soldiers. All lovers. Each man and his beloved. Who would desert his beloved, or fail him in the hour of danger?” He gave Fraser stare for stare. “And what do you say to that, Mr. Fraser?”

The Scot’s eyes had gone quite black.

“What I would say,” he said, counting out the words like coins, “is that only men who lack the ability to possess a woman—or cowards who fear them—must resort to such feeble indecencies to relieve their lust. And to hear ye speak of honor in the same breath…Since ye ask, it curdles my wame. And what, my lord, d’ye say to that?”

“I say that I do not speak of the indecencies of lust—and if you wish to speak of such things, allow me to note that I have seen much grosser indecencies inflicted upon women by men, and so have you. We have both fought with armies. I said ‘love.’ And what do you think love is, then, that it is reserved only to men who are drawn to women?”

The color stood out in patches across Fraser’s cheekbones.

“I have loved my wife beyond life itself, and know that love for a gift of God. Ye dare to say to me that the feelings of a—a—pervert who cannot deal with women as a man, but minces about and preys upon helpless boys—that this is love?”
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[(Anonymous)]

AYRT

Thanks for the quote. Okay, he's more homophobic than I remember.

But this is still post-violent rape, which tends to colour perspective.

And doesn't Jamie finish his stint as a groom for that English family with a brief kiss on Lord Grey's lips? As in, this is a point of tension in their frenemy-ship that eases as trust develops?