If you are lesbian, you are my sister. If you are transgendered, then you are my brother or sister depending on what X or Y you prefer to identify with, or my sibling human.
It really is just that simple. This is above and beyond your partisanship. If you are a Log Cabin Republican, I embrace you. If you are an A List gay, and the HRC is your bread and butter, I might disagree with you and your tactics, I might even call you craven, but I embrace you nonetheless.
And, please, forget whatever else I have maybe said in the distant (or not so distant, I evolve quickly in blog-time) past. Because, to find something different in anything I have said, you would have to reach back, years in time. Or maybe just A year. Hah. Like I said, we evolve quickly in blog time. And this is not just during gay pride month.
I have heard pride talk and yearnings, and intellectualizations about oppression.
It is to be said, if you are my republican gay brother, some among us would not want to piss on you if your hair was on fire.
I might have been one of those who said this.
I take it back.
Because of this. If we are to evolve in the gay community, beyond our mutual oppression, then we have to form a mutual solidarity.
Gay pride is more than about just pride. It is more than about seeing, in a metaphorical sense, in the gay community, whose sexually stimulative parts are bigger.
It is also about power. The power, as a small minority of people, to get some control of our lives and push back against the forces arrayed against us.
And, there has been some rumbling about whether the fights we are having are worth having, or are instead oppressing other people within the broad spectrum that is the LGBT community.
But, here’s the thing.
I wish for you to have all the options open to you that heterosexual society offers. This is not surrender, or mainstreaming, or assimilation.
It is options, and working toward the day when the broader society sees us as nothing but people. That is all.
And to have options, we as a community have to get over our bitchiness, our self important sense of alienation from one another, and to, with great consternation and difficulty, learn to accept EACH OF US as we are.
I dislike, as a general rule, bootlickers. I don’t want, or like, people who lick the boots of people who wish to hold us back or oppress us.
This is why (again, as a general rule), I find it very difficult to accommodate gay people who, for whatever reason, find it preferable to foment irrelevant argumentation, or spurious support of people who might not always have our best interests at heart.
