Another way to phrase this would be: Men who like men don’t like men who don’t act like men.
I think I’ve settled on my designation for Our Betters, the Liberals — they’re Eloi.
Having solved all problems that required strength, intelligence, or virtue, the Eloi have slowly become dissolute and naive: they are described as smaller than modern humans, with shoulder-length curly hair, pointed chins, large eyes, small ears, small mouths with bright red thin lips, and sub-human intelligence. They do not perform much work, except to feed, play, and mate; and when Weena falls into a river, none of the other Eloi helps her (she is rescued instead by the Time Traveler).
That seems to be what the Left’s shooting for, doesn’t it? Especially the “except to feed, play, and mate” part. Oh, and the part about not caring if one of their own falls into the river to drown. It takes a literal deus ex machina to save them.
(Mr. Thompson’s fans, should any wander over here, will note that I’m heroically refraining from linking a picture of Laurie Penny to that physical description of the Eloi).