Unknown 21-year old man, supposed to be Christopher Marlowe
A portrait, supposedly of Christopher Marlowe. There is in fact no evidence that the anonymous sitter is Marlowe, but the clues do point in that direction.
Marlowe was 21 years old in 1585, when the painting was made. He was also the only 21-year old student at Corpus Christi, where the painting was later found.
"All they that love not tobacco and boys are fools."
Remark attributed to Marlowe from the testimony of Richard Baines,
a government informer,
1593.
"Paedophiles can boldly and courageously affirm what they choose ... I am also a theologian and as a theologian, I believe it is God's will that there be closeness and intimacy, unity of flesh, between people ... paedophiles can make the assertion that the pursuit of intimacy and love is what they choose. With boldness, they can say, 'I believe this is in fact part of God's will.'"
Ralph Underwager, 'expert' witness for the defense in scores of child abuse cases and former vocal member of the False Memory Syndrome Foundation, in an interview in Paidika (a pro-pedophilia publication), conducted in June 1991
'The Pedophocracy' is term coined by David McGowan. It is the title of his book on the subject of pedophilia as an Elite habit and one of the main tools of control of the visible ruling elites, by those not so visible.
Of all human vices and perversions, pedophilia is probably judged the most shameful and outrageous in the public mind. It thus has vast potential as a source of control.
This is a deeply disturbing subject. In similar fashion to the proposition that elements of the State use terrorist false-flag attacks against their own populations to further their agendas, the public at large simply cannot accept that the very worst depravities of child sexual abuse could be systematically cultivated and used by those same elements as a calculated and deliberate means of Machiavellian control.
Many people simply do not want to be told such things - which renders them all too readily reassured by the odd sacrificial minnow.
Outrage is thus indulged for a while before relapse into the consensus trance of everyday routine, where fear of strangers and the dark are relegated to the subconscious and the odd bad dream.
To be enlisted to the 'Pedophocracy Novitiate' so-to-speak is a temptation difficult for the psychopathic personality type that aspires to power to decline. To become a 1st degree member is to sell one's soul - and there are probably thirty-odd higher degrees each capable of 'making an offer that cannot be refused' by their 'juniors'. Standard military discipline simply cannot hold a candle to it; Special Forces/SIS-type skills and disciplines clearly make extensive use of the victims of it.
There is a large body of information available on the internet for those with the stomach for it. The deeper the investigation, the greater the unpleasant realisation that the phenomenon is so fundamentally ingrained in Western Establishment power structures that to pursue the truths of the matter is as potentially dangerous as it is stomach churning.
"Sonnet 20". In 1609, a collection of 154 Shakespearean sonnets were published, arguably without his approval. The first 126 of the 154 are widely accepted as love poems to a man. "Sonnet 20" is the most-cited example and, depending on how you look at it, could even make Walt Whitman say, "Damn, son, cool down..."
A woman's face with nature's own hand painted,
Hast thou, the master mistress of my passion;
A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false women's fashion:
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue all hues in his controlling,
Which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created;
Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,
And by addition me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
But since she prick'd thee out for women's pleasure,
Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure.
The whole "master mistress of my passion" thing draws a lot of attention... but the last two lines, which basically say, "You've got a nice penis that women really like, so go stick it to them but save the emotional love for me," put "Sonnet 20" over the edge.
It's so blatant that the people in the "Shakespeare wasn't gay" camp really only argue that this poem isn't necessarily written by Shakespeare as Shakespeare... but, rather, could be him writing as a character.
SO many cross-dressing plays. Shakespeare's plays feature more cross-dressing than a Wayans Brothers movie. (And if you're doing Othello at a homogeneous high school, perhaps more cross-racial make-up application, too.) About one out of every five Shakespearean plays involves cross-dressing and in three of them, it's absolutely central to the plot.
Of course, this isn't to say that cross-dressing is a 1:1 match with homosexuality. Far from it. And one of the most timeless pillars of comedy is man + women's clothes = laugh. (Also man + women's clothes + run-by fruiting = mega laughs.)
Still, that's a whole lotta gender blurring going on. Imagine if a prominent filmmaker today focused 20 percent of his films on cross-dressing. No one would even have the energy to speculate on Ryan Seacrest and Anderson Cooper anymore.
Henry V. Shakespeare focuses a lot on deep male friendship. And that's good. Guys are always fun to hang out with; like when Marge said to Homer, "He prefers the company of men," and Homer replied, "Who doesn't?"
But... there is one scene in Henry V where the Earl of Suffolk and Duke of York die in each other's arms. Oh shit. Should I have put "SPOILER ALERT"? Anyway, many have suggested that it crosses the line from "great friends" to "forbidden lovers"..
So did he [York] turn and over Suffolk's neck
He threw his wounded arm and kiss'd his lips;
And so espoused to death, with blood he seal'd
A testament of noble-ending love.
Now, again, merely writing about two men kissing as they die to express their lifelong love doesn't mean the person writing is gay. Every week I write a list of NFL picks -- that doesn't make me a football player, a Greek or Professor Pigskin.
Anne Hathaway 2.0.
His wife gets shafted in his will. Yes, Shakespeare was married. To a woman. Of course, we all know that's not necessarily a sign of heterosexuality, more of just coloring inside the lines of societal expectations.
His wife's name was Anne Hathaway. She, of course, would go on to star as Jake Gyllenhaal's wife in... "Brokeback Mountain". Now THAT'S some damning evidence.
All hilarity aside, Shakespeare's wife really was named Anne Hathaway. A different Anne Hathaway than the one now, obviously. And there's speculation that he wasn't all that into her -- while they had children, they also had a shotgun wedding (she gave birth six months after they were married)... and, after three years together, he went off to live on his own. Even more revealing is that when he died, the only thing he left her in his will was, quote, "the second best bed."
Doesn't seem like much, especially since, unlike most writers, Shakespeare actually owned land. (The "best bed" at the time was usually the one people had for guests, so the "second best bed" was the marital bed. But still, at least throw in something else for your wife.)
"Mr. W.H." Shakespeare's sonnets are all dedicated to a mysterious "Mr. W.H." Assuming it's not David Cross or Charlize Theron. (Or, more literally, Woody Harrelson.)
Most speculation suggests it was either Henry Wriothesley, the third Earl of Southampton, or William Herbert, the third Earl of Pembroke. Clearly someone thinks Shakespeare had a third Earl fetish. Seems a little like an NFL groupie who has a fetish for punters or special teamers who just got called up from the practice squad, but whatever.
Hamlet acrostic spells "I am a homosexual." This is definitely the weakest argument. There's an urban legend that, in the very first published copy of Hamlet, the first letters of the final 14 lines spelled out "I am a homosexual."
Of course, no one can really produce evidence of this. I went and actually looked at the last 14 lines of Hamlet and tried to recreate this urban legend. It's not really possible. I had to use unorthodox line breaks, blend Horatio's final speech with Prince Fortinbras's, include the final stage direction, and divide the word "exeunt" over three lines...
I shall have also cause to speak,
And from his mouth whose voice will draw on
more; But let this same be presently perform'd,Even while men's minds
are wild; lest more mischance On plots and errors,
happen. Let four captains Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage;
For was likely, had he been put
on, To have proved
most royally: and, for his passage, The soldiers' music and the rites
of war Speak loudly for him. Take up the bodies:
such a sight as this Becomes the field, but here shows much amiss.
�����Go, bid the soldiers shoot. A dead march.
E
xe
unt, bearing off the dead bodies;
after which a pea
l of ordnance is shot off.
VERY dubious. This is like listening to Beatles songs for hidden backwards messages. Or searching for the word "sex" in the clouds in Disney movies.
"Sonnet 126". "Sonnet 126" begins "O thou, my lovely boy." And while I'm not sure if Shakespeare envisioned himself the Day Man or Night Man -- or if the lovely boy is a metaphor -- this poem (the 126th of the 126 man-directed sonnets) is one of the only ones that just comes right out and declares its man slant.
The new sexy.
His sexy pinup portrait. Most of the pictures we see of Shakespeare have him looking kind of bald and squirrely and oddly pointy. Last year a new portrait surfaced where he was looking much handsomer.
The chairman of the Shakespeare Birthplace Trust even called it a "pinup." In this portrait Shakespeare looks rosy-cheeked, he's got a handsome beard (metaphor????????), and a head of styled hair. He's also wearing an elaborate lacy collar and a gold-trimmed suit.
The Trust also said that the portrait might, quote, "give fresh momentum to generations of speculation as to whether the playwright was bisexual"... since it seems that the portrait must've been commissioned by someone wealthy. Like, say, a third Earl.
All male casts. When Shakespeare's works were performed, first off, he acted in a lot of them. And second off, the casts were all male. This wasn't necessarily by choice, of course -- at the time, women weren't allowed to be actors. (As opposed to now, when a certain leading lady in the Twilight movies just chooses not to actually act.)
Still, that had to get awfully confusing during the plays when male actors playing female characters were cross dressing as men. And Shakespeare knew when he was writing the plays they'd be performed in all-male casts. On some level, he knew he was writing drag shows. On some level.
The "summer's day" was really a guy. Shakespeare's "Sonnet 18" is arguably his most famous love poem, and begins with a very famous couplet...
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Well... as the 18th sonnet, it's part of the 126 sonnets directed at a man. The summer's day is a man. (Obviously. The summer's eve would've been a woman. Muted and ashamed hi-yo.)
Later on in the sonnet, there's some wordplay that might or might not further suggest the man is a summer's day...
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
Is the "his" a reference to summer? Yes. Could the "his" also be Shakespeare playing with pronouns to send a shout-out to his special guy? Absolutely. Do we have to meet him more than halfway to reach that conclusion? Probably.
Condemning Achilles's gay relationship. For all the Shakespeare-gay speculation, there's only one time where Shakespeare directly discusses homosexuality in his works. It's in Troilus and Cressida, and it's a discussion of Achilles... who has a tendoncy (yep) to swing toward the gents...
THERSITES
Prithee, be silent, boy; I profit not by thy talk: thou art thought to be Achilles' male varlet.
PATROCLUS
Male varlet, you rogue! what's that?
THERSITES
Why, his masculine whore. Now, the rotten diseases of the south, the guts-griping, ruptures, catarrhs, loads o' gravel i' the back, lethargies, cold palsies, raw eyes, dirt-rotten livers, wheezing lungs, bladders full of imposthume, sciaticas, limekilns i' the palm, incurable bone-ache, and the rivelled fee-simple of the tetter, take and take again such preposterous discoveries!
Two things here. One, if today's politicians have taught us anything, it's that the people who condemn homosexuality the loudest are the ones who are, by far, the most likely to get caught with a man in an airport, truck stop or public park bathroom.
And two, while such a venomous anti-gay speech could seem to shut the door on this entire "was he/wasn't he?" argument -- this speech actually fits in with the mores of the era. Even if Shakespeare was gay, the societal attitude toward homosexuality lined up with the rant above. Even though Troilus and Cressida is set during the Trojan War, the speech there reflects the Elizabethan attitudes toward homosexuality.
A lot of the speculation about Shakespeare's sexuality is because he would've had to be coy and ambiguous about it in his writing -- "coming out" wasn't an option.
To wrap up, there's, clearly, no definitive evidence that Shakespeare was gay. It's all speculative and ambiguous. Unless someone uncovers some new piece of evidence, the debate will quietly, eternally push on.
I don't find any of the stuff presented above to be a good enough piece of evidence to lead me to a verdict. Like so many other things, it's a circular, unresolvable argument that's more entertaining to debate than actually solve.
To paraphrase and bastardize the end of "Sonnet 18", so long as men can breathe or eyes can see, so long will this debate live on and give life to longtail traffic for this blog post.
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