Sam Smith and the embarrassing terribleness of LGBTQIA+ culture and drag queens (men dressed as sexualized women to lampoon
them)
In his new video – let’s not be detained discussing the song, a painfully generic
flimsy soul confection – Smith cavorts with a gaggle of bum-twitching, writhing
sexy dancers. That sounds ordinary enough, you will say. What I’ve kept back is
that Smith himself is attired in a lacey basque and displaying full décolletage
surmounted with silver nipple caps. That’s a bold move when you’re a hefty,
hairy thirty-year-old bloke who’s built like the Pillsbury Doughboy. As the owner
of a bulky male frame, I can confirm this is not the best way to present it to
the public.
Non-binary Smith has more of a feel of Mad King Ludwig than Divine. He has
decided he is, in some mysterious way, a cross between male and female,
and a damn hot cross at that. His performance of this song on the Graham
Norton show the other night culminated with him flashing his betasselled
moobs to an audience whooping and clapping like seals.
This is my real issue with Smith. He is the perfect representative of
contemporary ‘LGBTQIA++’ culture – embarrassing, stupid and rubbishy,
terribly thin stuff. We have come full circle and then gone backwards,
because what we have here is a freak show of painful clichés, a carnival
booth of ancient music hall stereotypes. It is the equivalent of a modern
black singer performing a minstrel cake-walk with sincerity.
It is not Smith’s sexuality that is worthy of critique. It is his belief he is
somehow beyond male and female, that he is not a man. Because as is
manifestly and horribly apparent, he very much is. No doubt his defenders
will say I’ve missed the point. But my point is that maybe Smith has — and
maybe he’s too tone deaf to realise.
https://www.spectator.co.uk/article/...btqia-culture/