That Word Again

It is July which means I get ti flip my calendar to the next Andy Warhol monthly quote- July’s being “In the future everybody will be world famous for fifteen minutes”- and which also means that I go to New Jersey today and London next month.

It means that pride month is over, and we are back to corporations who do not give a fat fuck about the LGBTQ+ community being their normal exploitative selves again, sans the limited-edition rainbow-themed logo.

There is a lot to be confused about. I’m not quite sure where to start because I get so overwhelmed. I like everyone really regardless of who they are. Enough on that before I explode.

It’s tough to use social media as an outlet to explain/bring light to important issues, because you really aren’t doing much of anything at all by posting about the issues, until, at a certain point, you reach your audience enough for them to change their perspective, learn a new thing or two, act. That’s my take on it anyway I think. It’s tough to not post because that is the biggest listening/watching “audience” most people have these days, so it is easy quickly and only for a moment to feel like you are being heard. But it always makes me feel empty and voiceless, as if I am screaming into a black hole-like void. **Obviously this social media complex is so incredibly a first world issue, and I am privileged to even talk about it like this. Hopefully my POV starts conversation, out loud or in your head

I read a New York Times article yesterday about the history of Pride & the Stonewall and at one point, after repeating it multiple times, the author wrote, “‘pride’- that word again.” This struck me as odd, because it did leave a sour taste in my mouth. Pride this, pride that, without any reference to the actual events, the dangerous, unjust and whispered of events which allow us to celebrate- and overuse- pride like we do.

It’s all a lot. It really is. I posted an Instagram caption about it, but it’s just hard. Who knows where we will be this time next year. Hopefully more knowledgeable, and more intersectional.

“It’s not like the places that had back rooms in the last twenty years. It was just a place where they loved to dance. They loved to be together and wanted to be with their own kind.”

Stonewall: The Riots That Sparked The Gay Revolution by David Carter

With love, J