Saturday, June 23, 2007

It ain't easy



Tomorrow: doctors, lawyers, secretaries, drag queens, leather fetishists, dykes on bikes, chicks with dicks, barristas, porn stars, the-a-tah people, public figures, the mayor, some senators, rabbis, reverends, band queens, old ones, younguns, whites, blacks, asians, hispanics, samoans, and many, many more will come together to celebrate "Gay Pride" via a parade called a "march" from 5th Avenue and 52nd Street to Christopher and Greenwich Streets beginning at noon until it's over. Several thousand men will be shirtless. A great time will be had by all, and free condoms and rainbow-designed parephernalia will likely be in wide distribution. Extended remix dance hits will be the theme music heard from every store front and float.

There are those of us, and by us I mean "the gays", who lament Gay Pride Season (yes, honey, it's a season between Spring and Summer). For a variety of reasons, some of us do not enjoy it. Some of us do not like the omnipresent drag queens, the flamboyance, the mother fucking crowds, not to mention the crass commercialization of our "community". Be proud, buy a bunch of shit you don't need and wave a rainbow flag, or better yet, wear a pair of rainbow flag speedos as you prance down the avenue. For this one day we can all pretend that we are an open, accepting bunch, and live in denial that we are all just as segregated and exclusivist as the mainstream. I know my lanky ass ain't gonna be out there in half naked. In fact, I'm hoping I don't get caned for not wearing my burqa as is required for people like me in Chelsea, at least.

With all that said, it's completely unfair to the community. Every single grouping of human beings from the rural tribesmen of subsaharan Africa to the rich and powerful of Manhattan's upper east side have a gay or two. The gay community includes pieces of every other community, so of course just like those other communities, the segments of our community do things like bicker, and fight, and hate. BUT for the most part, and it may be a stretch, we gays like each other or at least want the same things for each other that we want for ourselves. We want to be able to live our lives, and grow, and of course eventually take over the world via our subtley hidden yet very powerful and increasingly effective Gay Agenda.

So I go to the parade every year because I am just as gay as the next one, and just as interested in celebrating the fact that we've come this far. In 1980, when I was five years old, AIDS had just started, and the gays had to make great strides together. We aren't like that, exactly, anymore, but I hold on to the hope that we can be. And thanks to the revolting of a few drag queens and the subsequent activism of gays, lesbians, and transgenders back in the day, I can't imagine what it was like to have been so invisible in the 70's, 60's, 50's and before. And as if there were need for any other reason, I always have fun.

1 comment:

MT said...

At least no turkeys have to die. I haven't been to one in a long time, but I think it's a truly brilliant sociopolitical invention. Maybe it's about gay solidarity or community if you're gay, but for me it's about exhibiting comfort in declaring something private, controversial and real.