Hi, all. Long time, no talk, and while I do lurk from time to time these days, I’ve been pretty busy with a lot of cool (and waaaaack) developments in my life. But hey, it’s a crazy year and here I am fighting on the metaphorical front lines of a global pandemic and likely an impending economic collapse/paradigm shift, so I figured I’d reach out and get involved in this of all topics while I still have a job, my health, and an ever-increasing lack of sanity lololololol
There’s some truly Neanderthal-level takes going on here and a few really good ones, too, but really all I can do is just kinda provide anecdotal stuff cuz it’s all I got, really.
This last year was very, very jarring for me, both in good ways and a few really bad ones. Lots of new changes. New zip code, new job, my own place, and essentially all of these things kinda happened on my own and I’m so far removed from any family, social network, or safety net I once had. Yes, folks are still a phone call and a Greyhound away but especially now with travel bans and lockdowns all over it’s even farther.
Anyway, to the subject at hand. A big part of this change/growth/etc was coming to the realization that I am and always have been queer. I chose to use that word, as well as choosing to embrace the “Q” in LGBTQ+, because actually going into what I identify as is something I’d rather really not do with the discourse I’m seeing here, but also because the term gives me a sense of belonging to a greater whole. I’ve been “othered” my whole life, be it race/culture/status, and even if the label of “queer” is laughable to some, it gives me a huge amount of solidarity when for a great portion of my life I had less than none.
I went to a Pride festival this last year and while one could argue that the concept has been co-opted by corporate interests (and I’d likely agree with ya), what I got out of it was a day full of people whom I’ve never met that had zero judgment and an overflowing amount of love and acceptance. (What I am is very much a minority in the LGBTQ+ community, but I felt no lack of camaraderie.)
There is a lot of pressure on me by family and cultural norms to figure out what the hell I’m to do with myself, get married, have kids, pass on the family name, etc. Most of them are very supportive of me doing me by me which is very nice, but there’s still this feeling of “where did we go wrong” that isn’t spoken but is felt very, very strongly. Coming to terms with what I am and why I am as well as finding that there is not only a specific name, but that others are like me and HAPPY has been an enormous deal. It’s not logical justification, but it fucking HELPS, and feels GOOD, and really, that’s kind of all I ask for.
Super biased and likely inaccurate worldview incoming:
There are a lot of people whom for many reasons would rather people like myself and other people like me not exist. We complicate things. Humans have this need to quantify and qualify and place things into nice little boxes because at the crux of it all, we are scared, reactive, tribal creatures, and enormous, abrupt changes to reality, routine, and rhetoric are threatening. Relearning a lifetime of social scripts and permissions SUCKS, but hey, you gotta adapt or perish.
Related: I am assigned male at birth. I present extremely masculine. I dislike what being masculine and male entails of me, and I think the idea of what it is to be a “man” is not only something I have no interest in, but is also super outdated in the Year of Our Lord 2K20. I don’t give even the slightest damn about being a man, and have flirted with the idea of using gender-neutral pronouns for myself because of that. Being addressed as “they” just HITS different. I quite like it.
Explaining to someone who expects a logical, calculated argument from me as to why I am who/how I am and why I’m leaning toward what I identify as will get as much traction and prolly the same amount of blowback as expecting someone to give a sound, concrete reason why a person might have faith in any or many god(s). This may seem like a damning thing for me to say, but it’s not about logic, reason, etc. It’s this crazy, individual, unknown, unique thing, and honestly, unless you get it, you just won’t GET it.
Maybe it’s childish to want the world to accept me, blithely and offhandedly, for what I am on the terms I have decided to set. I’d likely agree with ya. It’d still be lovely, though. Me choosing to identify the way I do and preferring others address me the way I’d prefer isn’t about “hey, look at me, I’m special” so much as it is “boy, I’ve felt invalid the vast majority of my life, and like I don’t make sense and don’t belong, but i might be THIS, so please, please, let me feel, for an instant, even if it’s in jest, let me feel like I matter.”
A tall order, I know.
What I can offer is this: there is a lot of change going on in the world at large, and a little empathy and a realization that it’s okay to be wrong and make mistakes can go a loooong way.
I’m gonna wrap this up pretty much right here cuz this has the potential to turn into my entire worldview/agenda/manifesto, but yeah, this is kinda what I have to offer here. You are welcome to ask me for feedback/clarification, eithere here or in the PM’s. You’re welcome to tell me I’m full of garbage and misinformation (I’d likely agree!) or that I need mental help (my insurance sucks and mental health is still considered a luxury here in the USA!). You’re welcome to give me a short, quippy, punchy, rebuttal that would make the likes of Ben Shapiro weep with pure emotion if you’d like!
Despite the tone of that last statement, I truly have no ill will to any of you. I think that the notion to posit a “wtf” is pretty decent! You’re all pretty class acts and have been for years. Hell, I think a solid half of my life has been enriched in no small way by this super-niche board full of unique and interesting characters bonding over cool tunes and life’s wacky mysteries.
Cheers!