Dustin Lance Black: Mostly Gay Sex Was Invented in, Say, the 1940s

So here is raised again the question about why there’s no gay sex in the movies, the main answer being “haha studios, obviously, they’re total wusses.” But the call is also coming from inside the big, dumb, gay house: in particular, the big dumb gay house named Dustin Lance Black, who is the writer, most recently, of the abominable and terribly, ridiculously bad J. Edgar.

Black, who won an Oscar for his Milk screenplay, says that a love scene would have been too revisionist historically. “I certainly didn’t want to see J. Edgar doing it,” says Black, who is gay. “In the 1930s, oftentimes, a loving relationship with gay men was never consummated.”

It… I’m sorry? Say what? I think I’m trying to understand his point but all I can hear is every gay studies professor crapping his pants with laughter. Yes but wait, etc., there’s more.

“Here’s my thing with gay sex,” Dustin Lance Black says. “In terms of sex, we get plenty of that every day in our own lives and thrown on the Internet. I feel like what I’m really interested in is gay romance.”

So at least we know who the dumbest Oscar winner since Charlton Heston is. We hereby sentence old DLB to read Love Stories: Sex Between Men Before Homosexuality, for starters.