I was having this conversation with a co-worker regarding gay Pride today and I remarked that I am closer to Stephen Harper than I am to most of the parade participants. She looked at me funny and I had to explain. Gay Pride to me is about equality and visibility. It’s political, it’s not about partying. I don’t wear glitter, little butterfly wings, make-up, chaps, leather, rubber, latex or anything similar. My gay agenda means having the same rights and protections as anyone else. I want the right to have children, own a home, be free from harassment (police or otherwise) just like anyone else. I want to live a good life and have my sexuality be a non-issue.
There are two things that need to be said about “gay rights”. First, stop calling it “gay rights”, because that’s just a way to circumvent what it really is. It’s human rights.
The second and one that needs to be confronted in both the gay and straight communities that those who support the fight for gay equality claim it to be genetic, or that they may have different brain mapping than straight people. I see this as a moot point because it doesn’t matter.
Even if being gay was a choice, no one, no where under any theological beliefs has the right to deny anyone the chance to bind themselves emotionally, financially, and even spiritually to the other human being they love.
I take offence to the queers who come out for Pride, dress in ridiculous outfits and parade around. If you don’t dress like a drag queen the rest of the year, why do it for Pride? As long as they continue, that is what gay culture gets reduced to. A bunch of half-naked, glittery, party boys with more make-up than Tammy Faye Baker. The millions of people who come to Pride in Toronto don’t come because they care about gay rights, they come out to see the weirdos.
I will be going with my family to Pride this year with my family. My sister is excited to see the party, and I am pleased about that. But I hope my father doesn’t get too uncomfortable, Pride is a celebration, yes, I just wish we could celebrate without the freak show for a change.
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