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it’s your hell baby, i ain’t going to that party

i commented on a butch blog the other day and it started me thinking a little further than my comments there.

why do perfectly nice, good people turn unkind when there’s a religious issue with homosexuality? and by unkind, i mean an absolute faith/conviction that they are right, leading to utter disregard of us poor queers’ feelings.

*insert shit-eating grin here*

“love the sinner, not the sin.”

never mind if the “sinner” in question is a faithful, perhaps even christian soul, who is kind to old ladies and small animals. all of these things become irrelevant in the do-gooder’s need to impose their opinions.

they smile while they inform you that you’re going to hell unless you change.

they have no respect for science.

they have no space for compassion, unless it falls within their tight little coda and cloaca.

*rewind*

i’m sitting on a beach with my girlfriend in the early 90’s. we’re on towels, in shorts and swimming costumes. my arm is loosely round her shoulders. a very fat and topless man lurches pendulously up and says in very bad english, that “god created adam and eve, not adam and steve.” i say thank you, now please be on your way. he launches into the hellfire speech. i smile like a crocodile and say ok now that’s enough fatso, fuck off. very quietly, very pleasantly.

*fast forward*

if it happened today, i think i would react differently. i think i would simultaneously be more and less tolerant and either ignore him totally or get right to the fuckoff without the pleasantries first. or i’d sit back and let my girlfriend deal with it.

why do people think they have the right?

queers don’t go around en masse trying to get people to change their lifestyles or religions or whatever.

perhaps we should.

hi, i’m ulla and i’d like to talk to you about The Way of Queer … please take a pamphlet …

i’ll launch a massive ad campaign – it will feature gorgeous people doing exciting things and the catchphrase (over suitably shit-eating grins) will be, “… and all because i’m queer!” there will be a jingle and t-shirts. it will be endorsed by celebs and designers and so on. it will, in a word, be hawt. the logo will be unforgettably gorgeous.

i will pace main thoroughfares with a placard saying, “straight roads never get anywhere really, do they?” my girlfriend and i will stride hand in hand into crowded restaurants and tut at heterosexual couples.

people will see therapists and healers to find out why they are straight. they will develop deep self-loathing and very complex neuroses. i will look upon them with a patronizing and pitying compassion, all the while feeling smugly superior.

*zhweeeeeeeeeeeeep!*

fuck it must be uncomfortable inside those minds!!

i think it was thumper (of bambi fame) who said, “if you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.”

*** no right wing fundamentalists were harmed in the making of this blog post ***


it’s war – pick a side (people are dying here)

All it takes for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing. (Edmund Burke)

One thing I get very worked up about, to the point of a fairly insane attack of irritation, is fence-sitters. It’s unjust of me – the world needs people who can see both sides of the proverbial fence after all (but I hope the barbed wire scars their asses). Ahem. If you haven’t realised it by now, let me state openly that I am, in fact, not a very pleasant person.

OK so …

Queers and freaks who want to be accepted by the rest of society … hello, I’m talking to you. I agree that society should be kinder and more tolerant – but it isn’t and it keeps bullying, raping, beating and killing us. If you think hate crimes aren’t happening – get to googling. And I’m saying hate crimes and grouping homophobia with religious and racial intolerance and and and … all of the ways society has chosen to make its opinion known.

If you’re a fan of democracy and society is saying that queers should not exist, then surely society is right?

So we – we the outcasts and our allies – work and revolt in order to change minds and laws and save lives. because it ain’t about getting equal tax breaks for fuck’s sakes, people die!

A gay teenager was decapitated, dismembered, and burned to death in Puerto Rico. The police investigating his murder said he deserved it because of his ‘lifestyle.’ (via Calpernia)

How many stories like that do you need to read to be convinced? The answer is – one’s too many – but oh people, there are so many more. And imagine how many more that we never even hear about.

Homophobia equals apartheid. (Desmond Tutu)

Obviously my gaydar radar is attuned to news of my own community, but let’s get broad again. Intolerance of anyone for any reason is actually bullshit. And if you, as a queer, are not willing to identify with the rest of us queers out here in the firing line – fine. Enjoy your closet. Enjoy the herd and the blood on your hands (yes I know I’ve said that in 3 posts running now). Society won’t change unless you change it. Voices won’t be heard unless they’re strong and part of a united force. Perhaps you’re sitting there thinking things have improved? We live in a world where genocide is constant in the so called 3rd world and where even in the first, teenagers are killing themselves and Jews still aren’t safe. People assume that Muslims are terrorists. And. So. It. Goes. On. Ad nauseam, ad infinitum.

“If you’re not part of the solution you’re part of the problem.”

On a good and positive note – my favourite aunt, Kate Bornstein says it gets better.


it gets better?

RIP

Raymond Chase, 19, Rhode Island.
Tyler Clementi, 18, New Jersey.
Asher Brown, 13, Texas.
Billy Lucas, 15, Indiana.
Seth Walsh, 13, California
Cody J. Barker, 17, of Shiocton, Wisconsin
Felix Sacco, 17 from Saugus, Massachusetts
Harrison Chase Brown, 15 from Rand, Colorado
Caleb Nolt, 14 in Fort Wayne, IN

Just a few there. A few names of a few dead boys who killed themselves because of the SHIT they took from those around them, for being gay. Just a few Americans. How many more out there, where the root cause hasn’t been revealed, or perhaps not even known? How many more, across this whole wide world of ours? How many who suicided for different reasons, but basically the same reason i.e. society deems them freaks?

Why do children have to die before we start to save them?

Their blood’s on our hands (not purely the queer community either – all of humanity) and it’s staining like Lady Macbeth and what are we doing about it? Sending video postcards to the survivors to tell them it gets better.

Actually, it hasn’t suddenly got worse – it’s always been shitty – it’s just that when it happens in a neat media bite in a media-saturated country, it gets media attention and then we all hear about it. Even people who don’t give a shit about human equality usually.

Dear Outcast Teenagers,

It fucking sucks, that society treats you like a pariah as soon as you don’t conform to the freakin’ norm. It should be valuing you highly and assuming that you have enormous potential. Society, frankly, is wrong.

Maybe you’re sitting somewhere, alone and afraid. Hopefully you’ll find cool people to talk to, who’ll help you while you journey towards being unafraid yourself. Hopefully you won’t get verbally and physically and emotionally battered. I really hope that at the very least, you’ll be safe.

I hope you’ll get angry at some point, rather than just living in fear. I hope you’ll join the struggle for equality and a whole lot less violence. I hope you’ll shake your fist in the faces of homophobes and say you know what, I’m not wrong … you are! Because they are – and anyone who is telling you you’re substandard, inadequate, that what you are is sinful – is talking utter shit.

You really do need to find people you can relate to and talk to. Sometimes you get lucky, but don’t be passive about it – go find someone!

Hang in there. Please.


dave has two mommies

i can't even *spell* degenerate!


East London’s First Pride March!

me!

Saturday 17th April 2010 bore witness to a quietly historical event, East London’s first LGBT pride march.  Possibly it should have been better publicised and certainly, more national and provincial organisations should have been invited, should have been present.

The University of Fort Hare and the only local LGBT nightclub, Club Eden, were there and on the t-shirts too (thank you!) and the Eastern Cape Gay and Lesbian Forum was there.  Here’s how it went …

A small crowd gathered at a UFH campus, everyone got free shirts (yay!) and most people had hand painted placards.  There was a traffic police vehicle and several other police vehicles, ready to escort the little march and keep it safe.  We made our way up Oxford Street – through the centre of the city and up to the civic hall.  The songs were all struggle style songs, all in Xhosa and there was dancing all the way.  One white moffie was overheard saying, “Wow, I haven’t toyi toyi’d since the eighties!”

Zamanguni, an EC Gay & Lesbian Forum stalwart, passed out free shirts to interested bystanders along the way and so the march had a bigger crowd on the return journey.  Thembani

Fundi & Steve Biko

welcomed us, “… gay, straight, girlfriends, boyfriends, spouses and t-shirt lovers … “ and said that everyone was welcome, we needed everyone on side.  It’s so true.

There was a soccer match afterwards and Club Eden hosted a very lively and successful after party.

Alright, so the march went well, but what does it mean?  It means that the LGBT population (I’m hoping they add the Q and I to that acronym next year) is a rather brave one.  This is not an area noted for being overly liberal, despite all its struggle credentials.  The fact that it wasn’t established, sponsored hugely and so on, also meant that it was a real old school grassroots event.  A very African one too.  One woman, born locally, told me she wept at the sight of the rainbow flag flying in front of “my civic hall.”

There was an absolute and strong sense of community, that we were all there for one thing – to beg the rest of society to stop discriminating against us, to stop attacking and killing us.  This was not a complacent middle class crowd – it was thoroughly mixed – and thoroughly united.

Viva East London!


say it loud!

at the start

we are here

east london civic hall

zama yelling "amandla!"

beautiful rainbow boy


Life without labels

If, as many people suggest, we do away with labels, we will be left with no nouns.  At that point, not only will all sentences fail to work at all, but language will disintegrate AND there will be no way to order whatever you want to drink at the pub.

Or you’d just have to use noun classifiers or something – and then life gets even more complicated from that stage.

Let me know when you’ve made a new language and I’ll get right on to it …

Have a look at writing without nouns too.


tell me what you think

The five year old calls me “moffie” (local slang for ‘gay’) as a euphemism for “coward” and we all laugh.  It’s harmless, unthinking and so forth.  I’ve heard her use “coon” in a rather similar way.

Discuss.