When I was around eight years old (1997), my parents took me to the Portland Expo Center to see the traveling Smithsonian exhibit, and I look back at that day and realize it was one of the first times I’d been exposed to historical artifacts of great American importance—and it probably played a tremendous role in shaping who I turned out to be.
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I saw Indiana Jones’s jacket and hat, which was probably why I wanted to be an archaeologist, and why I pursued a history degree in college. I got to see Amelia Earhart’s aviation gear, which is probably why I dreamed of being a pilot. (I completed all my PPL training, but never took that final check ride; I need to revisit this when time and money allows.) And I got to see George Washington’s battle sword, a man whose portrait is found on multiple walls across my home, and why Valley Forge is one of my favorite places on the planet.
While looking up the event this morning to see if I had my dates right, I stumbled across an old newspaper article written on the exhibit which was titled, “Searching the ‘American’s Smithsonian’ exhibit for signs of gay life.” The author of the essay was a “proud, gay, ‘tax-paying American’” who felt compelled to criticize the artifacts chosen, as they lacked in “gay” and “queer” focus. I can confirm: I don’t remember being subject to any homosexuality and perversion.
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Well that man, whoever he is, would be happy to note that the Smithsonian now has gone full circle, becoming the “gay” and “queer” museum of his dreams, indistinguishable from a kinky sex shop. According to a report at The Post Millennial, visitors—including children!—don’t have to be “molded” (his words) into loving American history or culture anymore with patriotic messaging and heritage, now they can see things like “magazine covers featuring nude young women,” a “rubber ‘crotch harness designed for sadomasochism sexual activity,’” and “pages from a six-year-old girl’s diary where she expressed fear about ‘getting boobs’ and wished for a nonexistent ‘penis to grow.’”
I had the opportunity to travel to Washington D.C. for President Trump’s inauguration in 2025 with my two boys, and we visited the Smithsonian, seeing a Megolodon jaw, dinosaur bones, and recreated prehistoric creatures—no dildos, and no ball-gags though, thank God.
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We definitely won’t be going back.
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