The Loneliness of George Alan Rekers
If I were no so deep in dissertation mode right now, I would devote more attention to the George Rekers story because there is far more to it than the bloggers covering it have considered. First and foremost, the story reminds us of the pseudo-science behind much of the “scholarship” folks like Rekers use to address the causes and supposed “cures” of homosexuality.
It’s unfortunate that all too many of those who have written about it have been determined to focus on the tawdry aspects of the relationship. And unfortunate that gay bloggers have taken it upon themselves to track down the young escort, make public his profession and torment him with their questions. They should have left him out of this — or at the very least not made public his name.
The (very) young man is caught in the crossfire, so to speak, while Rekers acts out one of the oldest pathologies in the book, seeking solace with a younger companion to fill the emptiness in his own life.
The real story here is not just the contrast between Rekers’ public life and his private passions. It’s too easy (though, in this case, not entirely inaccurate) to call him “self-loathing” (as at least one person has done) or to dwell on his hypocrisy. The real story is what human beings do to address their loneliness, to feel connected with our fellows.
George Rekers is, by all evidence, a very lonely man.
As I have been reading about his European travels with a young escort, I am reminded of a passage describing such loneliness John Steinbeck’s Travels with Charley. (more…)








