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Tua Maxima Culpa
Nov. 9th, 2008 05:16 amDear White Liberals, especially those raised Catholic:
You are feeling insufficiently guilty that I got completely and savagely screwed less than a week ago. At least pretend to be sad for five minutes before you go pat yourselves on the back about how awesome you are for electing a black man and shamefully invoking civil rights struggles while ignore those still in them. You make each of us an exemplar of our orientation, why don't you apologise on behalf of straight people?
I'm glad you get to be happy, but I had a meaningful right stripped from me. Your other great hero, Bill Clinton, already threw me under the bus without a word of complaint from you. In 1996 I was 8. I knew I liked boys, but I didn't know I was being attacked for it yet. I'm glad you got to go to your parties where me showing up with my significant other and dancing to the refreshingly good band would endanger my personal safety, but if you care about me or others like me, why go to events where we can't be safe?
You don't stand up when people say we have AIDS so avoid us. You don't stand up when we can't go to defining social events. You don't stand up and say it's wrong to claim a civil rights victory when rights were destroyed in the most populous state in our union. You don't stand up and say unconstitutional legislation designed to demonise and persecute us is at least as wrong as getting a blowjob. You don't stand up and applaud the Kingdoms of Belgium, Norway, The Netherlands, and Spain, the Republic of South Africa, the Dominion of Canada, or the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. You don't stand up for us at all.
Is it a wonder then that I feel I can't trust any of you? Is it a wonder that I want to be with others like me, even if that puts me in ethically and medically dangerous situations? Is it a wonder I don't trust you, care about your issues, or want to hear about your love lives and personal problems because you could give a shit about what our nation is doing to me? About what you are doing to me? When I unbridle these feelings I don't want you doing any of that nasty breeder stuff near me. I regret that a black man ever tried to run because it was the black vote that screwed us. I hate and fear you because of what you've done to people like me, and will continue to do. I hate that you didn't bulldoze Laramie, Wyoming. I hate that fag-bashing isn't a death-penalty crime in Texas, just like all those other death-penalty crimes they love so much.
Feel guilty. Feel like you did this. Feel like you attacked me. Someone give me a reason based on my needs and not yours to stop feeling like this. Mollify me.
Feel guilty.
You are feeling insufficiently guilty that I got completely and savagely screwed less than a week ago. At least pretend to be sad for five minutes before you go pat yourselves on the back about how awesome you are for electing a black man and shamefully invoking civil rights struggles while ignore those still in them. You make each of us an exemplar of our orientation, why don't you apologise on behalf of straight people?
I'm glad you get to be happy, but I had a meaningful right stripped from me. Your other great hero, Bill Clinton, already threw me under the bus without a word of complaint from you. In 1996 I was 8. I knew I liked boys, but I didn't know I was being attacked for it yet. I'm glad you got to go to your parties where me showing up with my significant other and dancing to the refreshingly good band would endanger my personal safety, but if you care about me or others like me, why go to events where we can't be safe?
You don't stand up when people say we have AIDS so avoid us. You don't stand up when we can't go to defining social events. You don't stand up and say it's wrong to claim a civil rights victory when rights were destroyed in the most populous state in our union. You don't stand up and say unconstitutional legislation designed to demonise and persecute us is at least as wrong as getting a blowjob. You don't stand up and applaud the Kingdoms of Belgium, Norway, The Netherlands, and Spain, the Republic of South Africa, the Dominion of Canada, or the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. You don't stand up for us at all.
Is it a wonder then that I feel I can't trust any of you? Is it a wonder that I want to be with others like me, even if that puts me in ethically and medically dangerous situations? Is it a wonder I don't trust you, care about your issues, or want to hear about your love lives and personal problems because you could give a shit about what our nation is doing to me? About what you are doing to me? When I unbridle these feelings I don't want you doing any of that nasty breeder stuff near me. I regret that a black man ever tried to run because it was the black vote that screwed us. I hate and fear you because of what you've done to people like me, and will continue to do. I hate that you didn't bulldoze Laramie, Wyoming. I hate that fag-bashing isn't a death-penalty crime in Texas, just like all those other death-penalty crimes they love so much.
Feel guilty. Feel like you did this. Feel like you attacked me. Someone give me a reason based on my needs and not yours to stop feeling like this. Mollify me.
Feel guilty.
