Matt Damon made a mistake. He told the truth.
Here’s the quote that he tossed off in a recent interview:
“I made a joke (using the word “faggot”) months ago, and got a treatise from my daughter.”
The issue, it seems, comes not just from the use of the word, but the fact that it happened “months ago.” GASP! The outrage machine whipped into full frenzy over the anecdote, with virtually every major publication posting think-pieces on toxic masculinity and homophobic hate crimes.
Look, Matt Damon grew up in Boston, Massachusetts. It is as blue-collar and as tough of an environment as a Man can handle. If Damon didn’t use the f-word he probably would’ve gotten his pretty face kicked in before he ever got out of high school. It’s just reality.
But without even considering those obvious circumstances Damon is being demonized for being a homophobic monster.
Welcome to my world, Matt. I’m actually a real-life faggot and I am not allowed to use the word without absolute censorship and castigation. I cannot tell you how many accounts I’ve lost simply for expressing the word that so intimately describes my own truth. That level of constant harassment led me to create this site as a safe haven for both the word and the use of it.
No, I don’t endorse the use of the word “faggot” in a hateful, derogatory way. However, the word does have its uses. It perfectly describes the function of extremely submissive males who serve Men, and it’s also a very funny word (like “retard”).
I don’t think Damon was using the word inappropriately. And he even admitted to achieving an improved view of the word since then from his daughter. Instead of being raking over the coals for this interview, Damon should be hailed for his honesty and humility.
But, more importantly, people like Damon (or people like me) should be given the benefit of the doubt based on our experiences. Damon’s Boston upbringing and my life as a faggot inform our use of the word. A bit of thought is important before leaping on the outrage train so we don’t make a fatal misstep.