by Mr Wainscotting
Here at missing sparkles, we think that the world can be a better place for all the queer, bi, trans, lesbian, gay, asexual, intersex, takatāpui, fa’afafine, and otherwise fabulous people, and that we will eventually get there if we don’t shut up about it. (Well, I certainly do, though I’m sure the others will concur; they’d probably word it differently.)
But when talking about it, I’m often confronted with otherwise well-intentioned people asking things like “why do you keep going on about it?” or “didn’t you already get gay rights and stuff?” or my personal favourite from the less well-intentioned, “but aren’t there bigger things to worry about?“
Today, a friend of mine reblogged a picture on Tumblr that pretty much summed it up. This is why, in 2011, we have to “keep going on about it”:
I can’t find the original source of the picture, so I don’t know where this event is. From left to right, here’s what the signs they’re holding say:
- I am afraid to hold my boyfriend’s hand.
- My friend’s parents sent her away.
- I found death threats in my locker.
- I submitted to electroshock therapy.
- I lost half my friends after coming out.
- My grandmother sends me hate mail.
- My school won’t let me take my date to prom.
- I am not here anymore. [on an easel, not held]
- My dad tried to beat it out of me.
- No one is proud of me.
Death threats and beatings for no other reason than existing is a pretty fucking big thing, one that we should all worry about if we are going to pretend we live in a good world. This still happens, and it happens everywhere.
And it’s precisely why I’ll never shut up.