
The Sydney Convicts Rugby Club
A friend of mine sent me a text message today alerting me to the fact that SBS was showing a documentary on gay footballers, called Walk Like a Man, featuring the Sydney Convicts.
Well, I’d be confident in saying the vast majority of gay men would be interested in at least checking this out, so it’s no surprise that I stopped watching whatever I was watching and switched over.
Was it because I find footballers physically attractive? Maybe a little. But it was definitely more about seeing gay men doing something that is almost exclusively heterosexual.
Masculinity is a very sensitive issue for a lot of gay men. For some it’s a symbol of aggression and something to be avoided, while for others – like myself – it’s a link to normalcy and a world we don’t want to leave behind just because we’re gay. On one side is the tendency to be ‘camp’ or effeminate, while on the other hand there’s masculinity – with a thin line between – and there are a lot of gay men who try to walk that line.
Personally, I have a real problem with anything that seems effeminate – in myself and other gay men, even though I know I have certain things that tend to be… less than masculine. I’m particularly sensitive about it in a partner, and my poor boyfriend (more on that surprising development later) has already bore the brunt of my insecurity there. It’s not that I’m ashamed of my homosexuality, because I don’t hide it anymore. I think it may have more to do with ego and superego – what we are and what we want to be. There’s another line there, too – and it’s even thinner. Can we find balance between who we want to be and who we are? Are we all just walking the line between reality and desire?
Putting all this aside for a second, there is a second issue I have spent my short life asking myself about: are there any truly masculine homosexual men in the world? And not just in the world – could it be possible that they’re in my neighbourhood?
In my experience with internet dating sites, porn and in the flesh, there are some very well built, muscular gay men. Some have tattoos, shaved heads, and beards. They can even have a ‘butch’ face on them – it’s all the very picture of a tough, masculine man – but it always turns out that their masculinity is nothing more than an illusion that shatters completely the second they move or talk. They’re twinks, buffed-up, hairy and inked – but twinks nonetheless. I wondered if the real thing existed. And as an aside, I wondered if that’s how I could classify myself, or was I just looking for the kind of man I knew deep down I wasn’t? Most of these questions – especially the latter – have not been answered, but at least for now I’ve realised they don’t really need to be.
So back to the documentary. These guys were (in my admittedly limited perspective) complete anomalies. Rugged and attractive, they were great footballers – focused, ruthless, and aggressive. They were also gay, not flamboyant, but not afraid to be affectionate or poke fun at themselves. They were exactly what I was convinced did not exist, and they even flew to America to battle it out with yet more teams full of the same type of men. It was actual proof that gay men exist.
I had to laugh when one of the players reminisced about the first footy practice he went to with the team – he was so shocked to discover there were actually a lot more masculine gay men out there, and he wasn’t as alone as he’d suspected. An island floating in a sea of pink glitter.

