#radical pride

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Last of the pride layouts (for now 😈) ft. my super cute bestie @gothishpansy

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Radical Pride, Paris

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paris, 2021

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At the Radical Bloc at Edinburgh Pride on Saturday, here are some Occurrences that Occurred

The RBS Rainbow Network booted us off our meeting spot to take some Fun Mass Photos for their Woke Corporate Image, with three 15-ft balloon arches, multiple men wearing rainbow balloon wings with like a 6ft wingspan, and so on. They trod on our banners and called multiple members of the Radical Bloc slurs (mostly ableist shit like the r word).

So I stood behind them while they were taking their photos and paraded up and down with a giant flag with the word "FUCK" in rainbow letters. A winged fellow tried to block me and was real snippy with me but frankly I'm a bastard and being smug at me only makes me more powerful.

Got called attention-seeking for standing in front of the RBS shoot with a banner saying QUEER LIBERATION NOT RAINBOW CAPITALISM. Pointed out to the person who said it that RBS had THREE GIANT BALLOON ARCHES AND BRANDED SHIRTS.

"Let people enjoy priiiiiide 😢" "I mean, I'm having fun ripping the piss out of corporations, how about let me enjoy pride?" << my friend & Queer Icon LV

*to the tune of Solidarity Forever* HOMOPHOBIA IS OVER, HOMOPHOBIA IS OVER, HOMOPHOBIA IS O-OVER, BECAUSE NANDOS GAVE US FLAGS

"please stop screaming 'FUCK OFF', there are children here." (we moved, because while we didn't think that we should be disallowed from telling TERFs and corporate pride to fuck off, we genuinely didn't want to make the Gay Dads bloc feel bad or upset their kids.)

Ended up behind the SNP bloc two days after the SNP agreed to roll back support for trans youth to appease the TERFs within the party. Like 4 people marching under the SNP banners being followed directly by 50 or 60 angry radical queers singing "you can shove your consultation up your arse", "hey, hey, SNP, recognise nonbinary" and periodically "WE KNOW THAT YOU CAN HEAR US SNP"

"oh ye cannae get yer rights frae the polis"

like 10 TERFs showed up and got such an overwhelmingly hostile reception that they dropped out of the march halfway round because nobody was buying their attempts to pretend to be the One True Voice Of Lesbians and lesbians were shouting "you don't speak for me!" at them, and obverse they dropped out of the march they had to stand there for like ten minutes before the whole radical bloc had passed them screaming TRANS RIGHTS and NO TERFS ON OUR TURF. There are like six incredibly butthurt articles up around the Internet about it - insert dril tweet "I'm not owned, I'm not owned"

3/4 of the organisers turned up in denim hotpants and fishnets, myself included, and it was great

I heard a lot of bullshit about how ~inappropriate~ any NSFW content at Pride is and then my friend turned up with her tits all the way out in a bond age harness, nipple tape and hotpants and sauntered along ahead of the radical bloc and it made me feel so much better

After the march, we hung out in the park and drank some beers and went to a gig and it was definitely the most fun I've ever had at Pride even though I was fueled entirely by white-hot rage all day, because everyone around me felt the same anger and I've never been in a bloc that kept up energy and noise so consistently for a whole march. The rest of the march was pretty subdued but we were going OFF because it has been a Bad Time to be queer lately, and we all screamed and chanted until our throats were raw and I could taste blood (then got sunstroke and watched angry rock bands chew out the cishetpatriarchy, cops at Pride, patronising lefty cishet men etc)

there were also some REALLY GOOD DOGGOS but there always are at protests

We were a really big and energetic bloc in the end, and I have to hope it went some way to lampshading the corporatism at Pride (FIFTEEN FOOT RBS BALLOON ARCHES)

HEY, COME OFF IT, PRIDE IS NOT FOR PROFIT

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“We live in a world in which the majority of encounters and interactions involve work and commodity exchange. In other words, the dominant forms of relating are economic, based on the domination of survival over life. In such a world, it is no surprise that the concept of friendship no longer has much value. Today, neither the daily interactions of one’s “communities” (these strange, disconnected “communities” of family, school, work) nor the chance encounters (at the market, on the bus, at some public event) have much chance of sparking a real and intense interest in another, an impassioned curiosity to discover who they are what we might be able to create with them. The common thread that runs through these not so varied interactions and encounters is that they originate in the operations of domination and exploitation, in the social order that immiserates our lives an to which most people grudgingly submit.

The sorts of relationships most likely to spring from such a situation are those that reflect the humiliation and social impoverishment inherent in it. Based on the necessity to escape the isolation of a crowded, but atomized society, a generalized “friendliness” that is slightly more than mere politeness (since it permits harmless, light mockery and safe, substanceless flirtation) develops. On the basis of this generalized “friendliness”, it is possible to meet some individuals with whom to commiserate more closely — people with whom to share a beer at the pub, go to football games or rock shows or rent a movie… And these are one’s friends.

It really is no wonder then that what is called friendship today so often seems to be nothing more than the camaraderie of mutual humiliation and disrespectful toleration. When all we really have in common is our shared exploitation and enslavement to commodity consumption and our differences mainly lie in our social identities, themselves largely defined by our jobs, the commodities we buy and our uses to those who rule us, there is really very little to spark pride, joy, wonder and passion in our so-called friendships. If the deep loneliness of massified, commodified society draws us to others, what little our impoverished beings have to offer each other soon leads to resentment. Thus, interactions between friends at this time seem to be mostly dominated by comic mockery and various forms of one-upmanship. While such forms of play may indeed be amusing as part of a strong relationship based on real mutual pleasure, when it becomes the main way of relating, surely something is lacking.

Some of us refuse to accept the impositions of exploitation and domination. We strive to create our own lives and in the process create relationships that escape the logic of submission to proletarianization and commodity consumption. By our own will, we redefine our commonalities and our differences, clarifying them through the alchemy of struggle and revolt, basing them on our own passions and desires. This makes the form that friendship tends to take in this society completely unpalatable: to simply tolerate another out of loneliness and call this one friend — how pathetic!

Starting from that sense of pride that moved us to rebel, that point of selfish dignity that will not tolerate further humiliation, we seek to build our friendships upon the greatness we discover in each other — joy, passion, wonder sparked both by what we share in common and by how we differ. Why should we expect less of friendship than we do of erotic love? Why do we expect so little of both? Rebellion sparks fire in the hearts of those who rise up, and this fire calls for relationships that burn: loves, friendships, and, yes, even hatreds that reflect the intensity of rebellion. The greatest insult we can give another human being is to merely tolerate them, so let us pursue friendships with the same intensity with which we pursue love, blurring the boundaries between them, creating our own fierce and beautiful ways of relating free of that logic of submission to mediocrity imposed by the state and capital.”

— Wolfi Landstreicher, “Passionate Friendship.” Against the Logic of Submission. The Anarchist Library, 2005. p. 8. (via deleuzianwife)

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A way over do Pride layout!

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We queers make our own fun, no cops needed 💖

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God Save the Queer

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