I have no one to march with. Think I might just drop into my friend’s Pride party tomorrow evening.
First time I haven’t attended Pride since my first time 6 years ago.
Only my favourite queer café and hang out in all of London :(
In the LGB and sometimes T and Q world, there is a rhetoric of identity stasis: I’ve always been this way. I was born gay and I will always be gay. It’s an understandable reaction to the dismissive phrase so often lobbed at us from the normative world: it’s just a phase.
“We kissed, we held each other, we lay on top of each other in bed… and there were lots of complaints about that… Nobody complained that I was shot in the head four times, there were burning people in ovens, that I was stabbed by a mob of 50 people hundreds of times and I was hanging dripping my blood in a pit.”
Ha, exactly what I was thinking when I first heard of the complaints. We live in a world where people get offended by two men showing love and affection for each other but are seemingly fine with two men hurting or killing each other. How fucked up is that?
He makes some excellent points there, and that’s without adding just how relevant one of the sex scenes was, given that it started the chain of events that led to Miracle Day happening.
Sadly, all this logic and sense is lost on bigots and they will forever exist in their bubbles of anger and hate.