|A simple kiss during the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade is worth a million.|
By now, we have all heard about the same-sex kiss
during the recent Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. Unfortunately, I missed it. Equally as unfortunate, I did not miss the negative reaction
some people had because of the kiss.
Or maybe it wasn't as unfortunate as I am implying.
I hope I don't come across as gloating, but I get a wonderful charge when people get all up in arms about such things as us gay folks daring to kiss in public. There is nothing wrong with us kissing or holding hands in public. And the discussions about it always reveal to some how homophobic they actually are.
You know the type I'm talking about - those folks who claim that they don't have a problem with the LGBTQ community, but seem to think that we shouldn't kiss in public, hold hands in public, raise children, or do anything to wreck their mindset that we are not normal human beings or that the normal processes of life such as dating, marrying, having a family, etc doesn't apply to us, Apparently in exchange for their "tolerance," we are supposed to stand perfectly still in a corner and simply be a prop to demonstrate how "open minded" they are for supposedly accepting us. . . with extenuating conditions of course. These supposed allies learn the needed lesson that we are not commodities nor are we props. And, to paraphrase gay writer Harvey Firestein, we shouldn't have to edit parts of our lives that don't appeal to them. If they are going to be allies, it's either all the way or forget it.
Bursting that bubble of imagined superiority is always fun. Still, there is nothing like the hysterical reactions
of those who, while claiming to oppose us because they "love" us, proceed to call us everything but the proverbial "child of God." One can always count on them to drop conspiracy theories of gay subterfuge and invasion. Take "former advertising executive who found Jesus and determined to uncover the Gay Mafia Syndicate" Linda Harvey
How many times have you heard activists scoff, denying there’s a “gay agenda”?
. . . This agenda is like an airborne infection that’s suddenly everywhere.
From “LGBT” affirming church youth groups, to “gay”-affirming
anti-bullying school lessons, to rainbow “pride” apparel sold at Target
and Walmart during the spring and summer, to the obligatory
pro-homosexual article in the daily newspaper, to disturbed
transvestites reading to preschoolers in libraries. It seems to be
critically important to stick it to our children, all in the name of
phony “tolerance” and “acceptance,” embracing sins leading to personal
disaster, societal destruction and spiritual death.
. . . I am grieved for America and all the lost people, especially the young. I
mourn the simple sweetness of mom/dad families and uncomplicated
friendships, of holidays that cultivated wholesome childhood unmarred by
the shadow of hateful, sexual fascism. Despite the victory that is in
Jesus Christ and our ultimate destiny, before that glorious appearing,
the night is coming.
Harvey is on to us. Thank God she doesn't know about our plan to block out the sun unless the birthdays of Cher, Beyonce, Joan Crawford, Bette Davis, and Judy Garland are made national holidays. I would mention the required viewing of RuPaul's Drag Race
in our nation's elementary schools, but the committee is still working on that and will have the final plans ready by the next meeting of the Gay Mafia.
On one hand, these conspiracies are hilarious. But on the other, they
make me sad because I'm always wishing the LGBTQ community was as
organized, disciplined, and ruthless as folks like Harvey make us out to be.
Still, the kiss during Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade was a wonderful thing. A lot of us can remember a time when even a notion of a televised same-sex kiss would have caused serious problems. There would be fines, endless words of condemnations from people equally homophobic as Harvey but with more power to cause havoc for the LGBTQ community. The backlash would have been immense.
Instead there are the delightful grumblings of a group of folks, Harvey included, who are slowly but surely losing power. Meanwhile the rest of us have gone on with our lives, punctuated by short bursts of glee and happiness at the latest much needed dose of visibility. And the latest much needed reminder that every fear, lie, and horror about the LGBTQ community are simply sad illusions.
Take it in, y'all. It's what winning feels like.