I texted one of my best friends this morning and asked, āDid you hear about Orlando?ā because the first time I ever went to a gay club and pretended like I was āoutā was with him when we were fresh out of high school. Out of all my friends, heās probably spent the most time in gay clubs. Which means Iām more worried about him than about my other friends. So I texted him.
They want people to give blood, but itās gay people who need the blood and itās gay people who canāt donate. But weāre in crisis mode! Weāll take your tainted gay blood for today only!
I held hands with a man last week and thought, āOh no, weāre in a small town in Utah and this is dangerous because weāre both gay,ā before I remembered that heās a guy and Iām a girl so no, itās not dangerous. But the next time I hold hands with a girl, will someone see us and get mad enough to shoot 50 gay people? Will I feel responsible when I read the news? Will I feel like a danger to society for being gay?
I went to Pride in Salt Lake City last weekend and I complained as I stood in line in the hot sun and I complained about the ticket prices and I complained about the festival being smaller than it was last year and I complained. When it was over, I was still alive. Iām still alive. I canāt believe I complained.
Bury your gays. Currently on television, 4 percent of characters identify as LGBT. In 2016, about 40 percent of that 4 percent have already died. Yesterday, that mightāve been the issue I wanted to discuss. Yesterday, I mightāve been angry about fictional gays dying. Yesterday. Art imitates life, life imitates art, and I am tired.
A year ago I put a rainbow flag around my shoulders and celebrated the legalization of gay marriage in the United States. A year ago there was no law banning transgender people from using the bathroom of their choosing. A year ago a man hadnāt shot 50 gay people dead because he saw two men kissing and got angry. āNow that gay marriage is legal, what more do you people want?ā Well, I want to stay alive, for one thing.
There arenāt gay coffee shops or gay restaurants ā there are gay nightclubs. Gay nightclubs where LGBT people can meet other LGBT people and feel safe. I want to meet other LGBT people and make friends with LGBT people, but I also donāt want to die.
My existence is controversial. Even though Iām out, I have to be careful about how āgayā I āact.ā What happens if Iām at work and offend a customer? What happens if someone I know reads these words and decides to punish me for them? What happens if someone gets so angry about my sexuality that they shoot 50 people?
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