Hello there, gaymers, long time no post! Sorry I've been absent for so long, but back in March I FINALLY landed a job that wound up devouring all of my free time. And then, due to the wonderfully temperamental nature of independent contract work, I lost it again not too long ago since they simply didn't have projects for me to work on. Ah well, such is the business, and now I have more free time to actually start writing again.
I don't have anything deep or breaking for my return post. In fact, I'm kind of cheating and kicking off Pride weekend by linking you to a piece written by Joe Jervis of Joe.My.God., a man whose style I can only dream of imitating, called "Watching the Defectives". No, it's not gaming-related, but it's as gay as it comes and Joe does a phenomenal job of explaining Pride and why we should be proud to be who we are, so it's required reading for all of you. I'll have articles of my own come Monday (it's gonna be a busy weekend and my chaps aren't going to polish themselves), but for now hit the jump to read a few excerpts and then follow the link at the end of the article to read the whole thing.
And gaymers...Happy Pride!
"Why don't the papers ever show the NORMAL gay people? Where are the bankers and lawyers? Why must all the coverage be drag queens and leather freaks in assless chaps?"
And every year, the logical answer is that bankers and lawyers are boring to look at and that pictures of marching Gap employees don't sell newspapers. There's no sinister media agenda intent on making gay people look ridiculous, no fag-hating cabal behind the annual front page explosion of sequins and feathers. It's just good copy. Drag queens are interesting. Even the bad ones. Especially the bad ones.
Because even if Pride doesn't change many minds in the outside world, it's our PARTY, darlings. It's our Christmas, our New Year's, our Carnival. It's the one day of the year that all the crazy contingents of the gay world actually come face to face on the street and blow each other air kisses. And wish each other "Happy Pride!" Saying "Happy Pride!" is really just a shorter, easier way of saying "Congratulations on not being driven completely batshit insane! Way to go for not taking a rifle into a tower and taking out half the town! Well done, being YOURSELF!"
A co-worker of mine heard me discussing my Pride plans last weekend and said, "I really don't understand what it is you are proud about. I mean, you all say that you are born that way, so it's not like you accomplished anything." She wasn't being mean, just genuinely curious, and I think that a lot of gay people probably feel the same way. On this subject, I can only speak for myself.
I'm proud because I'm a middle-aged gay man who has more dead friends than living ones and yet I'm not completely insane. [...] I am inexplicably alive and I am proud that I keep the memories of my friends alive. I am proud of my people, the ACT-UPers, the Quilt makers, the Larry Kramers, the Harvey Fiersteins. I'm proud that I'm not constantly curled up into a ball on my bed, clutching photo albums and sobbing. And that happens sometimes, believe it.
And outside of my personal experiences, I am proud of my tribe as a group. Sometimes I think that gay people are more creative, more empathic, more intuitive, more generous, and more selfless than anybody else on the planet. Sometimes I think that if an alien culture were surveying our planet from light years away, they might classify gay people as an entirely separate species of humans. It's easy to spot us because of our better haircuts.
They wish we were invisible.