I want you to name me five straight movie or tv character off the top of your head.
That was easy, right? You could probably name me 50 in under a minute.
Now I want you to name me five gay characters.
Okay, that was a bit harder maybe but chances are that went pretty smoothly as well.
Now I want you to name me five bisexual characters.
Yeah. I can’t do it either.
Ernest Hemingway would have died rather than have syntax. Or semicolons. I use a whole lot of half-assed semicolons; there was one of them just now; that was a semicolon after “semicolons,” and another one after “now.”
And another thing. Ernest Hemingway would have died rather than get old. And he did. He shot himself. A short sentence. Anything rather than a long sentence, a life sentence. Death sentences are short and very, very manly. Life sentences aren’t. They go on and on, all full of syntax and qualifying clauses and confusing references and getting old. And that brings up the real proof of what a mess I have made of being a man."
Ursula K. Le Guin on being a man – the finest, sharpest thing I’ve read in ages