Which war is the gay ear
Why Did We Expand Up Thinking a Piercing in the Right Ear Was Gay?
On the playground, it was a truth so firmly established that defying it meant social suicide: If you have an earring in your right ear, it means you’re gay. We accepted it as gospel and never questioned its validity.
It may have been the subtle homophobia of my Illinois community in the ’90s. But as I grew up, it seemed appreciate everyone I met, no matter their place of beginning, knew and understood the earring code, as arbitrary as it seems.
It was even solidified in the New York Times: A 1991 report said same-sex attracted men “often [wore] a single piece of jewelry in the right ear to indicate sexual preference.” In 2009, the Times covered it yet again, in TMagazine: “the rule of thumb has always been that the right ear is the gay one,” the author wrote about his own piercing journey.
Historically speaking, the truth is more complex. Earrings on guys have signified many things over the years, such as social stature or religious affiliation. In his book The Naked Man: A Study of the Male Body, Desmond Morris explains that earrings have indicated wisdom and sympathy in the stretched earlobes of the Buddha, while pirat
Ear-Piercing Plot
Stephanie:But I'm not D.J.!
Danny:Hey, I'm sorry, but I don't make the rules. ...Actually, I do.
— Full House
Alice is finally a teenager! She's ready to fetch out, see the world, hang around town, and execute all the hip stuff she couldn't before. She's also eyeing the fashion trends set by the cool girls at her institution and concludes that there's only one way to demonstrate she's finally a grown-up: get her ears pierced.
There's just one problem: Her parents won't allow it, citing how she's too young for ear piercings, how hazardous ear piercing is, how easy it is for a piercing to gain infected, how she doesn't need earrings to look lovely and True Beauty Is on the Inside, etc. No matter how vocally Alice protests that all the coo Read more about our LGBT Working Group Pride is always something to shout about. Picnics, parades and festivals will take place throughout June and over the summer months, a colour explosion of progressive event flags and fashion marking the occasion. This year however there’s an extra reason to celebrate, with 2022 marking fifty years since the first UK Pride march in London in 1972. An outward and public celebration of LGBTQ+ rights, Pride is about being visible, celebrating and reflecting on the achievements and challenges faced by the community over the years. This public demonstrate of identity and affectionate is now an annual event in the summer calendar, but such overt visibility hasn’t always been possible, or legal, or safe. At a moment when public opinion towards the community was overwhelmingly hostile and the legal system declared their affectionate as criminal behaviour, many LGBTQ+ people hid their identity in plain sight through symbolism and coding. A grassroots set of ‘secret symbols’ was developed, subtle enough to move relatively unnoticed by those who would seek to cause harm but instantly recognised within the people. A design language created by and for Homosexual people, Marlitharn1 In this thread, I described how I took the eldest Minimarli down and got his ear pierced for his 13th birthday. This occurred on the 21st. On the 27th, the boy headed south to disburse a few days with his father. The boy returned dwelling sans earring. “Where’s your earring?” I asked, although I figured I already had a pretty fine idea what happened. “Dad thought it looked ‘queer-y’ so he told Grandpa to take it out.” “What the hell does ‘queer-y’ mean?” I demanded. “Gay. Whatever,” said the boy. “That’s the dumbest damn thing I’ve ever heard in my life, and don’t ever permit me catch you using that word like that again.” “I didn’t say it, they did!” “Did you want it taken out?” “No, but they said it was in the wrong ear and we were going to a family dinner and there was going to be a gay guy there and they didn’t crave him to think I’m gay.” :smack: :rolleyes: :mad: I’m going to gloss over what occurred next; it’s kind of a blur to me, but it committed my husband emerging from the computer room to find out what I was yelling about and me punching the buttons on the phone so tough I knocked it right out of my own hand
The War of the Earring