Why I Will Be Avoiding Manchester Pride Weekend.
I’ve nothing against Gay Pride. Not. One. Thing. Live, be free, enjoy your life, whatever that may entail.
But come Pride weekend there seems to be a presence, and I accept it’s probably the minority, who seem set on trying to make a point.
“Oh, look at us, a same sex couple, holding hands in public, causing such a scene!”
Oh, yes. Good for you. Pleased for you.
“But, LOOK at us! Aren’t we controversial? Are we not getting in your straight face, with our gayness?”
Erm, no, you’re not. Really, I’m happy for you. Totally not offended.
“But, but, we’re GAY! We’re FLAMING!”
That might be so, but the only thing you’re starting to be to me, is slightly annoying. Tiring.
“Oh, you straight folk, you’re all in denial”
No, I’m happily comfortably straight, no issues.
I’ve gay friends, I’ve bi friends, I’ve transgendered friends, and even straight friends. I even know racist homophobe bigots, tho less likely to call them friends. Come Pride weekend, being straight suddenly feels like a stigma. Like being the designated driver at an Irish wake. It’s akin to being lectured by ethnic radicals, when I’ve not a racist bone in my body. Much like racism can be a two way street, it seems sometimes homophobia can also be redirected. What’s the opposite of homophobia, a fear of straight people?
I live an ‘alternative’ lifestyle at the best of times anyway. I just don’t fancy blokes. I’ve nothing against anybody’s lifestyle choices.
When is straight pride weekend? And that IS NOT to be confused with homophobic bigot pride weekend…
But the real reason I’m away, is I’m going to Newquay to go camping and surfing, with a rather delicious young lady.
Camping… fnar…
And to all my friends who will be attending, have a hell of a good time.