Here’s how a sex panic works in the south: First, you convince yourself that two guys looking at each other like Elvis looked at a pork chop poses more of a threat to public safety than two guys who look at your property as if it were their own. Second, a sex panic requires you to make outrageous comparisons. For example, the possibility of getting your pants undone by somebody you like is worse than the actuality of getting your house broken into by somebody you don’t. Third, a sex panic demands that you divert resources from addressing real problems to battling imagined ones. You can’t keep the city safe by locking up crooks, convicts and hard-core recidivists when there are gay men running around with impure thoughts.