Queer

I grew up

in a culture where

being queer, or being gay was

the butt of a joke

 

It was comedic

to be transgender

to be gay

to be a lesbian.

 

Whether it was

in a rom-com

with a camp young man

acting as friend and confidant

 

or whether it was

the drunken one-night stand

with a tall lady from Thailand

who’s anatomy didn’t ‘match’

whatever that means

 

or whether it was

the aggressive bull dyke

who could turn any straight girl gay

even for a day

 

It didn’t matter

as long as we were

funny

the same way

a gimmick is funny

cheap

expendable

colourful

temporary.

 

 

That is what I grew up with.

 

In my 20’s

it became subtler

it was subtext

it was undisclosed, unrevealed, concealed

and then

gradually

slowly

authors, actors, artists

creators

began to confirm

what we’d known

what we’d felt all along.

 

And we did away

with labels like

beloved friend

cherished companion

roommate,

perhaps the most

unfeeling of them all

 

 

Only be told

that those partnerships

we’d seen

we’d felt

were not part of the

literary canon

were not part of the plan

just not in the script

 

and then came the romances

ham-fisted

half-finished

hasty.

 

Because being queer

is socially acceptable

but just not profitable

right now.

 

 

But more and more

I hear the cry

for diversity

for representation

I see the artwork, fan or otherwise,

but most of all

I feel the struggle.

 

 

 

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s