Monday, June 30, 2008

i survived

the lip gloss brigade! that's right--save for the fact that i stayed about a hundred streets away, i managed to avoid the onslaught of queens nyc experienced this weekend as the colloquial 'last sunday in june' came to fruition and the gay pride parade marched its chaps-wearing rainbow river up fifth avenue.
i've said it before, but perhaps i'll relate the condensed version again--there's no pride in pride. sure, the boys sport their belly shirts and lip gloss and body glitter with a certain aplomb, but i don't fully understand how that helps the cause; how gay rights, in essence, is positively affected by the spectacle the gay pride parade creates will serve as a mystery for time to come. i'm gay and proud every single day of the year. when i'm inside, outside, right side up or updside down. no matter what i'm wearing (although the license being gay provides to wear such fabrics as lame and spandex is a virtue to be extolled) or with whom i'm walking. i'm just proud proud proud! i'm even prouder in the face of aversion. i don't need a whole day (which has, in more recent times, sprawled to an entire weekend) to march around in some futile, flamboyant display.
to express gay pride should, in my opinion, be a subtler affair. think of a classic gay man's apartment--fine furnishings, cashmere in every drawer, exceptional amenities--nary a softsoap on any counter-- a startlingly well-rounded collection of entertainment, and a library with substance (and maybe one or two chick lit books), except for my apartment, of course, which looks like the circus came to town and settled in (and which i absolutely love), but i digress. so yeah, think of their apartment, and because the owner of such illustrious digs was intelligent and resourceful enough (a clear fringe benefit of their sexual orientation) to acquire such objets d'arte to furnish their everyday lifestyle, they would treat a public profession of their happiness in the person they've become like planning a classy party: japanese paper lanterns, hot blokes wearing calvin klein pouring cliquot, everyone decked out in their hamptons finest. point is: get smart about it. this is not the barbie parade, boys: put away the body glitter and lip gloss, (and while you're at it, seriously reevaluate those eyebrows) and make some blown-up copies of approved bills and congressional acts and tout those around the streets. get together and write some petitions. campaign for your political advocate. let's celebrate pride, not pussy.

and with that, i'm out.


Steven said...

Believe me, I know a lot of gay people whose taste is just as bad as straight people's.

Bad taste doesn't discriminate ;)

dit said...

I believe the meaning of the parade has changed. It used to be a way to show how many of us there are. Now, its more like a parade styled by Diane Arbus.

Jay said...

I really didn't get into Pride this year at all. What little I did see was pretty much streets lined with trash and backed up traffic.

I do think that gays in general aren't doing enough to fight for what we should have but at the same time cutting loose and having fun is also something that shouldn't be underestimated.

We just need to remember what we had to go to get the right to party like we do every last weekend in July and continue to push that the other 364 (or 365) days of the year.

Doghigh said...

Honestly I have never been either proud or ashamed of being a homo. It simply IS. I'm happy that it is but I really didn't do anything to make it what it is.

And with the amount of exclusion, judgment and lack of historical perspective and reverence so rampant among many of the revelers I find it incredibly difficult to embrace any sort of celebration.

I love a good party but that ain't the one for me :-)

Alexander Tome said...


seriously, I've always wondered about this. I mean, don't get me wrong, I definitely enjoy a float full of gorgeous mostly naked men, but I think, sometimes, this can be a little counter-productive...

so when's our waterfall date?