This is My Angry Faggot Rant:
To All Those who Identify with This, I feel your pain,
To All those who see themselves as perpetrators, Thank you for your recognition,
To All those who fit neither category, I feel sorry for you,
I am gay. And no, I don’t want to be straight. I am so tired of hearing “we are just like you.” because we aren’t. We are different and that’s okay. You know there is this idea floating around popular culture that we are all the same and so we are all one big happy family. *We are one big dysfunctional family.* Fuck happy 9read copasetic): it doesn’t exist and never did. That doesn’t mean that you don’t like or even love your family, you are just a little embarrassed by them. For my part, I am embarrassed by your rampant homophobia and your fear that somehow my relationship; me hitting on you, kissing you, and talking to your boyfriend; me talking about sex; and, oh right, my existence, are all problems. You are embarrassed too, and that’s okay. You want the fag to stop being so faggy; after all, when you are confronted with my faggotness you are frightened. And why shouldn’t you be: it’s new, exciting, scary, and “abnormal.”
Of course you might fantasize a little bit, kiss me back when no one is looking, run your fingers tenderly through my hair as you caress my nipples (oops there I go bringing up sex again; we both know that the only acceptable faggot is a quiet asexual one… well, actually, he should be loud and flamboyant, but still asexual), and tell me you like me– but only as a friend (who you can’t help but cuddle with). After all, it is not your fault how society works…
I am not your “girlfriend!” And White people, you do not get to fake black with me (insert three snaps here… oh wait no one actually does that you fool). Sweetie– and I mean this with all the love I can muster– I do not live to be your fashion guru. I have a personality and if you would stop mixing up all of your fucked up perceptions of minorities for five minutes, you might realized that you cannot smash us all into one ** AND we are each (individually, not just minorities as a whole) more than one-dimensional caricatures of our most basic stereotypes.
The thing about being a fag is that it’s tiring. I am tired of your ignorant comments that you are too thick to get are ignorant. I am not a woman, so please, stop treating me like one. That is not to say that there is anything wrong with being a woman, just that my sexual orientation does not change or even affect my gender identity. Stop treating me like “one of the girls,” I can assure that I am a guy. And that works conversely for all of your lesbian friends who, by the way, are not all on sports teams! Once again: sexual orientation and gender identity not conflatable.
A word to straight women: I am not going to fuck your boyfriend… we are friends and (emphasis on this part) I have more self-esteem than that. And if I think a boy is cute, no need to tell me he is straight… I figured that part out already, that doesn’t mean he isn’t hot. Straight men: stop flirting with me if you don’t want any. I don’t want to see your dick we aren’t going to fool around, you CANNOT wake me up with your underwear in face and then tell me “No dude I’m straight.” Please you are bisexual or we would not have almost kissed. I’m done with you dumbasses. If you need that much attention, find it from someone who you treat as a real friend.
I AM NOT YOUR PRADA BAG!!!!!!! You cannot carry me around on you shoulder. Do not pretend that you care about me as a person–realistically you do care that I am alive… I am obviously being hyperbolic. But stop treating me like your favorite accessory. “The New Yves Saint Laurent shoes are a must have!!! I will take one in Fag, one in flamer, oh and one in fairy… my favorite.” Step the fuck off! Just because I know the name of a designer does not mean that I am your one-stop pop culture, hip-as-hell boytoy. If at any point you have referred to a gay man or woman as “my gay friend” then I am talking to you. I am obviously not your friend because I have to be gay in order to count as your friend or my gayness counts to the extent that it qualifies me as a type of friend. In that case, I am merely your accessory, which we have been over, and I am not. Do you have your favorite “black friends?” If you do, you are an ignorant hillbilly. I mean that does not mean that you are malicious, just ignorant. Now you know and you can change. But please, do not treat me like a gay person. I am a person. I am gay. YES, that matters, but it is not all of me. I refuse to be your accessory anymore; learn that I am a person and we can be friends, but do not pretend we are when you know that we aren’t.
I do not hate straight people. I don’t want to limit your rights as you have done to me and my people for millennia. I love you. You are part of my beautifully dysfunctional family and I will always love you despite your hate and your bitterness and your fear and yes, even your embarrassment. We are all part of the same family, but we are entirely different. But you need to understand… I am not your fucking faggot, she ain’t your dyke, yes bisexuality is real– open your mind– and no trans people aren’t mentally imbalanced.
A Toast: To the end of heteronormativity and to people caring enough to be informed about what that word means. I know what your words mean… your turn to learn mine.
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This is so eye opening. Not really in terms of you and your thoughts (lol sorry) but in terms of myself and my surprisingly narrow, disconnected, fairy-tale outlook on the world. If I’ve ever fallen into your ignorant category, which I expect to have done at least once in a lifetime, know that I am genuinely sorry and apologize on behalf of my fleeting inability to think within the shoes of another and act accordingly. You’ve touched on ideas that seem impossible to understand unless you are the person in question… like how I could never truly feel the emotion of my grandmother being racially segregated. I love every bit of you, you human, you.
Thanks Jovanna. That means a lot too me. You have never done or said anything to me that was so awful that I can remember or would remember. And while I know that you will never fully understand what it is to be a gay man, You do understand what it means to be subjugated in American culture. That my friend has probably made you much more keenly aware of other people’s problems and able to empathize with them better. But I thank you deeply for reacting to my post….
On another note. I am totally confused by this website… How do i add someone to my blog roll?
Love you
Ah! Empathy! This must have been the word I was trying to stumble over last night. That is one of my few qualities I take pride in.
Meanwhile, I forgot to mention that “fancier” usually equals “more confusing.” Upon signing in, click on links, which you’ll find along that long vertical menu ber on the left. You can add links to different categories- there should be one called links and one called blogroll made for you automatically. To get these to actually show up on your blog, you have to go back to the main menu bar and select widgets, which is under appearance. Here you’ll have to drag the links button from the available widgets section to the sidebar section. Now if all of that made absolutely no sense, try this: http://en.support.wordpress.com/blogroll/
thank. you. so. much.
Because yeah, in my idiotic days of middle and early high school, I let my friends get away with this kind of thing. Mostly, because I didn’t have the language, or spine, to disagree. So even if only two perpatrators read this, that would be two more with a shot of over coming their ignorance.
So again, thank you.