The first “pride” event, in June of 1969, was a bunch of liquored-up transsexual/transgender/drag queen prostitutes who started an actual riot, in retaliation of/for/to police brutality at a local gay bar in NYC. That night they decided to vote with a brick. Three nights of riots followed (sounds a lot like modern police/race relations, actually). Today, gay pride parades are family orientated events. They are often nothing more than advertisements for corporate banks, local politicians, and churches. People march down the street in pretty rainbows, behind a nice little banner with assorted corporate logos, as if they are walking commercials. Street League for homosexuals. Is this what we fought for all these years? To walk behind a bank’s advertisement? I know I am oversimplifying the issue, but at the same time, I am absolutely not.
I suppose I feel
And yet another part of me just wants to unleash on everything I despise about so-called gay culture. Because of skateboarding, I grew up dirty, bruised, bleeding, in the streets, running from the police, listening to crazy-ass music, and hanging out with crazy-people, as we did crazy-ass shit. The world of high-fashion, fancy cocktails, show tunes, rainbows, some pop-diva wailing about some bullshit, and overall fabulousness makes me want to cut off my own arm, and then fist myself with my own severed limb. Ok, maybe I’m being a little bit dramatic (I am gay, after all. I mean, we’re supposed to be dramatic, or something). That said, I don’t really want this blog to be focused on negative stuff, so I am really hesitant to totally unleash. I also don’t want a skate-based blog to be focused on what I hate about gay culture. It just doesn’t fit. I mean, there is nothing inherently wrong with all of that stereotypical “gay” stuff I listed above, it’s just not a world I can relate to, at all. Glitter, rainbows, Armani, and Madonna? Fuck that. Blood, bikes, skateboards, and punk rock.
So, in terms of what to write about all this, these reservations just leave me with a void. A void that I still feel an obligation to fill. I guess the only thing I really have to say, which I learned from both being a skater, and from being “queer,” is to be who ever the fuck you are, and tell the rest of the world to go fuck themselves. One thing I know or sure, is that no one, NO ONE, on their deathbed is going say, “Man, I wish I had lived a less authentic life.” Be who ever you are, and rock that party as hard as you fuckin' can.
My gay ass, nollie backside lipslide up the block at a local DIY spot.
fucking brilliant! Happy to do a Gay Twist with you anytime brother! This post made my fucking month! Massive respect.ReplyDelete
Thanks for the kind words!Delete
Yep. Healthy dose of counter-narrative... And what james v said.ReplyDelete
Great stuff Chris! ����ReplyDelete
(the question marks were supposed to be a fistbump!)ReplyDelete
Hey, it's always rad to see another queer skater in the wild. Our communities are rad (queer and skateboard), and my life has become infinitely more fun since I've been out. There's plenty of room for people like us in skateboarding(obviously). I'm struggling against an instinct to lecture about talking to the skateboard community about your problems with the gay community because the gay community doesn't ask skaters to be any less awesome but straight groups of masculine men accuse gay men of being too much. To me gay dudes going hard is it's own form of bad-ass masculinity and I have a huge amount of respect for that kind of expression. Guess I went ahead with the lecture anyway, but it's more for myself and straight skaters who read it than you anyway. Hope to shred with you sometime, keep ruling!ReplyDelete
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