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>The scary thing, in the eyes of the mainstream movement, is that Spacey used his apology as an opportunity to come out, to announce that he “live[s] as a gay man.” Braiding queerness into his apology sent gay pundits into a sanctimonious tizzy. Some lambasted him for coming out to deflect attention from his abusive conduct. Gay actors George Takei and Zachary Quinto decried Spacey’s coming out as manipulative and conniving, Frank Underwood-style. Others snarkily rejected his application for membership into the LGBTQ community. Critics likewise accused Spacey of dangerously equating homosexuality with pedophilia, reinforcing one of the most damaging arguments leveled at gays and lesbians in earlier decades. The dread that Spacey’s case might revivify that tactic seems to be many gays’ greatest fear.
Whilst it's very probably not true that homosexuality and paedophilia are two sides of the same coin, I have to think back to one of my dad's friends. He was a lifelong bachelor and had had secret encounters with gay (adult) men that he only told my dad about in confidence after a bottle of red wine once. He had never been with a woman. And he was a glowing admirer of gay pop musicians years before they came out, like Elton John and Freddie Mercury. So for all intents and purposes, you would have been forgiven for calling him a gay man.
But much more disturbing was the fact that he turned out to develop a predilection for my older brother and me when we were just kids of six and ten years. He used to take tons of pictures of us (fully dressed, don't worry) when he was visiting at weekends, and it turned out much later that he had had prior legal troubles for inappropriately touching his godson.
Back all those years ago, my parents merely thought it was a bit odd that he always brought an expensive top of the line single lens camera with him and took tons of pictures of just about everything, where just by improbable coincidence, hint hint, my brother and I would almost always be in those pictures as well. This was before digital cameras, so to shoot through three rolls of film on a two-day visit really was a mark of a committed photographer. And it was a different time back then, where paedos weren't yet such a cultural meme.
Anyway, my dad told him he was no longer welcome around us kids when he actually tried to touch my older brother one night. In truth, my dad kicked him out of the house right the same night, some time around 3am. And that week our parents got word about the other kid from his sister, who told my parents "Be careful. My brother is a wrongun with kids".
I would never insinuate that gay men are generally also paedos. Gay people I know nowadays (I work, or at least used to work in advertising, which kind of attracts gays, similar to other "creative" lines of work) aren't like that at all. But it appears my dad's friend was gay and also had a very pronounced liking for prepubescent boys.