It could have been Johannesburg’s Babylon Bar or The Lounge in Durban.
Nothing changes, not even in sunny South Africa. Things were sketchy on Sunday as the news poured in about a hostage situation in a gay venue, Pulse nightclub in Florida, USA. Should I have been worried? I was, yes I was.
I remember the first time I was beaten up by two men with a superiority complex of their straight concept of love and how I should not be allowed into a venue because I looked ‘skeef’. What they didn’t realize was that straight love was common and I believed mine was special.
As the pain and horror of #PulseNightClub unraveled on the news, 50 dead, more injured, a piece of me broke every time I scanned my Twitter timeline, eventually I started to cry. The worst was over, the shooter was identified & tagged terrorist, and ISIS came out the closet and admitted responsibility.
But then gay men and women in Orlando were denied the right to donate blood to help those hurt in the massacre. It hit home, us queer folk as much as we are celebrated, we are still radical in the eyes of the world we live in.
The sight of a same sex couple kissing or even hugging is still a powerful act, so powerful that it can enrage someone. It can shatter a belief that love can exist in more than just a heterosexual norm.
When I kiss someone that I love, I want to have that feeling of love to engulf my soul and unicorns to appear. But when I sit here thinking of that fluffy moment, I realize it is the one thing I cannot experience. Not because of my thinking, but of the fact that I am gay, I am in love with someone of the same sex the world frowns upon my love. My love, my love for someone that is honestly felt as pure as any straight couple is not good enough to be expressed within the confines of my home or in public. A gay person is equally a radical like Mateen who shot down my kinsfolk because he was angry at he sight of two men kissing.
We can celebrate our liberty of being seen equal in law books to our protection as queer folk, we can stand behind our celebrities who wave the LGBT flag high, loud and proud BUT we are still persecuted and some of us just brush off the negativity.
You and I are still being hunted, called names, and beaten up just because of that simple notion of affection we attempt when we express it in Sandton City amongst the common folk.
You and I are still judged for how we love, how we fuck, live and smile.
You and I – we strike a chord in the common folk and show them how love should be – pure and happy, yes with unicorns appearing. But you and I still are subjugated and we perpetuate this concept every time, we remain silent and dishonest with those & ourselves we love.
This is our 9/11, stand up, remember those who have passed on, how their lives inspired you, disgusted you, and crafted you and our community to who we are.
Make changes, share a happy moment yourself, flood the world with unicorns and remember our PULSE cannot be stopped.
Donate blood today some human needs it somewhere. Those 50 lives matter even though they are dead, you’re alive, make a change – stand up, stay proud and unleash those unicorns.