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I love Pride. I really do. It’s a beautiful thing, even though it does remind me that there are hardly any actual gay people my age in town, except, again, the lesbians with children. Explains why I haven’t managed to date very much since coming out. There just isn’t much of a dating pool.
Thing is, despite the lack of single 20-something girls who like girls around, sitting there in the grass watching drag queens perform and surrounded by rainbow flags, I was totally content. The first time I've been so in a while. Pride is one of the few places in this town where I feel like I belong. I hope my friends aren’t offended by this, but it’s true. Since coming out what I’ve really wanted in my life is a constant, proud gay community around me. There’s something we just innately understand about each other. There’s a feeling. There’s a mood. It’s like being religious and sitting in a church service full of people in your religion. It’s like being in a feminist group where when someone is talking about how the patriarchy ruins everything, you all just nod along. You’re all different, of course, but you're all on the same page.
The thing is, straight people don’t fully understand gay people. You can argue all day about how it’s all socially constructed and we’re all the same on the inside (which I think is true; all of these binaries are made by oppression and privilege and the like) but that doesn’t change the fact that gay people have to deal with things that straight people don’t. We have to hear and see a lot of things that straight people don’t. Straight people have privilege over gay people. Men have privilege over women. White people have privilege over people of color. It’s wrong and it shouldn’t be like that, but it is. Which is why it’s so nice to sit in a crowd full of people waving rainbow flags and know that the girl sitting at the DJ booth with the kick ass hair and the rainbow socks has totally been there. She gets me. We are in it together. We have struggled over some of the same things. We’ve been through the same process. Our straight allies are important and invaluable, but she and I get each other in ways that straight allies will never understand because they’ve never been systematically oppressed in the same way.
Maybe you don’t agree. Maybe you think this is dumb and a potentially offensive way to think. Maybe you’re right. But I ask you this. Let’s say you’re straight. Statistically, you probably are. Now imagine 99% of the movies, television shows you watch, books you read, and music you listen to is gay. All of it is about same sex relationships, except for the precious few that you hoard and watch over and over because it’s the only representation you get (and most of those straight movies are awful, by the way). Imagine your sexuality isn't acknowledged at all in sex ed class (if you're lucky enough to get sex ed at all, of course). Imagine you're never taught about great straight heroes in history class. Or that they're always glossed over in favor of gay historical figures. Now imagine that the people you meet are totally gay. Maybe a few of them are bisexual, but for the most part, it’s all gay. All of it. The vast majority of your interactions on a daily basis are with gay people and no one else. When you meet a fellow straight person it’s an anomaly. And isn’t it kind of a relief when you do?
Maybe you, a straight person, don’t feel that way. Maybe you wouldn’t think anything of it and you would be totally fine with only one or two people sharing your sexuality (if that). I guess you’re a better person than I. But I will also say that you have, in all likelihood, never experienced the situation above. Everything you see is straight. You’ve never had to struggle to find someone who understands that basic part of you, and you’ve never had to troll the deep recesses of the Internet for hours trying to find some decent non-porn movie somewhere that has characters who share your sexuality, because it’s always been normal. Things are getting better and it is easier (the generation after mine will have it even better), but it’s still not what I’d call easy.
I love my straight friends. I do. More than life. I would die for them. But it’s tiring sometimes being the only one in the room. It’s frustrating trying to explain things that make perfect sense to me and don’t even have to be explained because I live it every day. For once I want to be a majority instead of a minority. I want to live in a gayborhood and have gay friends and sit around in gay bars where we’re totally wing women for each other and ask each other for dental dams and then laugh at each other because nobody actually uses dental dams even though we all know we should. We can make U-Haul jokes and cunnilingus jokes and dance with other women without men being creepy and volunteer at the gay and lesbian center on Saturdays. We can go to drag shows and girl rock shows and laugh at the really bad gay movies and cry at the really good gay movies. We can talk about our families’ lack of acceptance and how we have to be in the closet at work because sexuality isn’t a protected class and how the mainstream media just can’t seem to write a decent gay character and hug the femme girls amongst us who are almost always read as straight.
I want that. And someday I will have it. But right now I guess I have to be satisfied watching the married lesbians and their children with alternative lifestyle haircuts run around on the grass while a drag queen lip syncs to Sweet Dreams.
15 of 100 Queer Things | 100 Things Blogging Challenge
I'm reading through a bunch of archives and meta on Queer As Folk (looking for fic but haven't found anything interesting that I haven't already read) and I came across this in the comments of xie's post about HIV from a billion years ago:
According to the hundreds of times Debbie said it, Vic is Debbie's younger brother.
Debbie was 17 when she had Michael. That was in 1970. Or 1971. Meaning she was born in 1953 or 1954.
However. Vic's birthday is 1952 according to his Babylon membership card. According to his gravestone, he was born in 1951. You can't even argue that he lied about his age to get in Babylon as a kid because the Babylon card makes him a year younger.
There was also that time Melanie was pregnant for like 2 years. And Gus never actually learned how to talk. Lilly on Modern Family has more dialogue in one episode than he had in five seasons.
I could also use Supernatural as an example. Remember when
Moral of the story: remember your own canon.
I studied the Bible, for lack of a better word, religiously. I have probably read the Bible at least four times front to back, and I’ve read certain books about a dozen times (Esther remains the best). I went to church a minimum of three times a week, often more. I prayed every day, I read dozens of theological texts, and despite losing some of that knowledge over the last few years, I still know more about Christianity than most actual Christians I meet. It was a big fucking deal to me.
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14 of 100 Queer Things | 100 Things Blogging Challenge
Yeah. About that.
As you can see, I clearly haven’t done that. There are two reasons for this. One, I have been an epic procrastinator, and by the time I think I might sit down and write a recap, the new episode is about to air. Two, All Stars has been incredibly underwhelming. I love my queens and I love Ru, but this season has been incredibly lackluster. I wouldn’t say it’s quite at Drag U levels of boring, but it hasn’t been exactly riveting.
Anyway, I figured I should, at the very least, round this series of posts out with the finale, because I DO have feelings about that, and I think it was a series of some of the most real world applicable drag challenges the show has done.
Gentlemen, start your engines. And may the best woman win.
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See you in season five, squirrel friends.
13 of 100 Queer Things | 100 Things Blogging Challenge
Right. Back to your regularly scheduled flist.
I didn’t really like this episode.
I know. I KNOW. The most flawless show on television, and I’m not a huge fan of this episode. It’s still miles better than most other reality shows, but this is not up to its normally Charisma, Uniqueness, Nerve and Talent standards. Check out my thoughts behind the cut.
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12 of 100 Queer Things | 100 Things Blogging Challenge
This recap is obviously going to be spoiler heavy and image heavy, so the rest of my review is behind a cut. If you have no idea what’s happening, check out my first post on the topic.
Ladies, start your engines… and may the best woman win!
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11 of 100 Queer Things | 100 Things Blogging Challenge
Hello darlings. In just a few short weeks, a new season of the sparkliest, gayest, most awesome reality show on television will begin. That’s right. RuPaul’s Drag Race: All Stars begins on October 22nd. I’m sure you’ve seen me singing the show’s praises over the last four years, so if you haven’t watched it by now you should consider yourself a severe disappointment to your favorite lesbian on the Internet (i.e., me. [Though if you like Ellen Degeneres better I ain’t even mad]).
In case you’ve somehow managed to miss all of the RuPaul’s Drag Race hoopla, this show is like a mixture of Project Runway, America’s Next Top Model, American Idol, Survivor and The Real World, only with drag queens. It’s high camp at its best, and it’s all run by the QUEEN of mainstream drag herself, RuPaul.
Really, if you don’t love RuPaul I’m afraid we can't be friends.
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Gentlemen, readers: start your engines. And may the best women win!