I totally am, but also: I have a story. The time: 1995. The place: a small liberal arts college. We decided to participate in âdenim dayâ which was a widespread event wherein on National Coming Out Day, you would wear denim to indicate SUPPORT FOR the LGBT community. Our support group made posters that were very, very clear about this. Wearing denim did not mean that you were coming out, it meant you supported anyone around you who might.
I have never seen so many suits and khakis IN MY LIFE. People who accidentally wore jeans went home and changed.
The community took it as a rebuke. We drew in closer to eachother, and felt unwelcome everywhere we thought we had friends before.
And I had people later tell me âYou know I support you, just⌠I didnât want anyone to think I was.â First off, I DONâT know you support me. Not if you refuse to, for one day, change nothing about your life to show it. Second off⌠why is that such a terrifying thought to you?
I remember before rainbows were a âgay thingâ. They were everywhere. Church walls next to arks. School walls next to sunshine faces. People have VOLUNTARILY abandoned every other use. I have HEARD PEOPLE SAY they just couldnât use rainbows anymore because people would think of âgay stuff.â
So I know this is a joke, and a stolen one at that, but youâve done this to yourselves. If someone is so terrified of being perceived as queer that they will INSTANTLY abandon something they like if it has queer germs on it now or something, then they donât deserve refracted light.
Maybe help us change the world into a place where being mistaken for queer would be just a thing to chuckle about and you can have refracted light back.
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