
Pride is more than lip service. Remember the roots:
“In 1965, the gay rights protest movement was visible at the Annual Reminder pickets, organized by members of the lesbian group Daughters of Bilitis, and the gay men’s group Mattachine Society.[5] Mattachine members were also involved in demonstrations in support of homosexuals imprisoned in Cuban labor camps. All of these groups held protests at the United Nations and the White House, in 1965.[10] Early on the morning of Saturday, June 28, 1969, LGBTQ people rioted following a police raid on the Stonewall Inn in the Greenwich Village neighborhood of Lower Manhattan, New York City.[1][11][12][8] The Stonewall Inn was a gay bar which catered to an assortment of patrons, but which was popular with the most marginalized people in the gay community: transvestites, transgender people, effeminate young men, hustlers, and homeless youth.”
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We’re not spilling out of the bars onto the streets once a year to show that we exist and have a parade that is thoroughly co-opted by corporations and other unsavory entities that see us as cash cows instead of human beings with human rights. We’re here to protest … all of that. We’re an army and and we have a bigger message and goal than just as purchasers of container ships full of crap with rainbows plastered all over.
The message is simple: Leave us alone to be who and what we are. Get your hands and your religion off our bodies. Respect us even if you don’t want to or are told, falsely, to actively hate us. Stop forcing your heterosexual imaging and messaging on us. Give us the equality we deserve as a basic human right. To paraphrase Nina Simone: “You don’t have to live next to me, just give me my equality.” (Mississippi Goddamn).
Our lives and our safety and our sanity depend on more than just waving a flag on the sidewalk once a year. We’ve made huge progress, but there are people actively working to roll the clock back to the 19th century. March, sure. But work.