Giving votes in exchange for ideological support. To wit: identity politics for homosexuals.
Harry HayI was an older brother. So I had to do a lot of things first. My father was a self-made man, and he would beat me senseless. But he was a Scotsman, and stubborn. I'm his son, and I'm stubborn, too. I go on being stubborn.
Harry HayI knew that I was gay in every bone of my body. So I did the only thing I could do. I started the movement.
Harry HayOut of the mists of our long oppression, / We bring love for ourselves and each other, / And love for the gifts we bear, /So heavy and so painful the fashioning of them, /So long the road given us to travel them. A separate people, /We bring a gift to celebrate each other, /โTis a gift to be gay! / Feel the pride of it!
Harry Hay