Time and time again I come across something that truly disgusts and horrifies me. No, it’s not the smell of the bathrooms at Eastern Bloc but the blatant drunken, and sometimes sober, arguments gays get into over anything and everything. It could be over clothes, hair styles, boyfriends, lovers, musical taste… anything. What I don’t seem to understand is that, while the Stonewall Riots were a major factor in bringing the subculture together and uniting it as a whole (no matter what your LGBT lifestyle may be), why must we now more than ever be so divided on such minor issues?
It appears to me that now and again one bitchy queen has a little too much to drink and decides to approach a stranger or close cohort and the claws come out. “Oh, hunty, those shoes are so not cunt,” one homo may spout while trying to knock a fellow Mary down a few princess points. What ensues is a typical stereotyped weave-grabbing throwdown. There is so much we should all be joining together for, especially in today’s society, to put up a united front for a greater good instead of attacking each other over silly nonsensical bullshit.
One time at The Eagle, an acquaintance in the nightlife circuit showed up in full on club kid regalia and was horrified to see numerous bears and cubs near total nudity while wearing highly stylish leather harnesses. What’s the big deal? All I did was tell you where I was hanging out (and as dapper mind you) and upon your arrival all you did was berate everyone else there for their “sick, twisted” way of life. Don’t be so sensitive and shocked by others’ lifestyles because we are all part of the same hated segment of society whether you like it or not. Besides, I told you it was a leather daddy bear bar. Stop whining. You walked into their house and they were prepared to welcome you with open arms.
Another event happened to me personally at a dive bar one evening last summer. I decided to sport my hideously fashionable 1970’s light brown disco suit when a young hipster approached me. “Why are you trying to make yourself look so ugly?” he mumbled while obviously not getting my tongue-in-cheek choice of clothing. After a little one-sided blabbering the young man eventually gave in when I said back, “Where is this conversation going? Ya know, it’s not like society hates us all enough that we have to turn on each other, too.” Defeated, he walked away while I received many thanks from the mixed crowd around us. While I’m not saying it’s all gays instead it’s all too apparent at times and why should we segregate ourselves even further when we are already marginalized by a society that hasn’t quite warmed up to us fully yet.