here’s to all the quiet queers.
all the queers who eat micro-agressions and secretly cry themselves to sleep.
the queers who dress the way their cis mothers told them to.
the queers who think about killing cis fucks every half hour, but never say a word more radical than “sorry.”
the queers who sip tea at their friend’s house while considering suicide, since that’s just about all they can think about.
the queers who are living double lives.
the queers who put on makeup at 2 a.m. in a hand mirror, making sure to wipe it off before school the next morning.
the queers who go to work dead and come home to see the world.
the queers who fuck, and suck, and kiss with the same hands and lips they use to eat dinner with their well-meaning shitty-acting parents
the queers who are ugly to you, too fat for you, running from you with lips sewn shut
here’s to the quiet queers, since it’s about fucking time we stopped shaming them.
Because the “I’m straight, conservative and own a gun. - How else can I piss you off?” bumper sticker owner does, in fact, piss me off.
Because I’m not making a decision to let them ruin my day, they are making decisions to affect my life, and that should piss me off.
Because they will vote against my marriage, and I have no control over theirs and wouldn’t vote against it even if I could.
Because they will vote against my equal protection in the work place, and I have no control over theirs and wouldn’t vote against it even if I could.
Because you constantly harass me about walking alone at night and trying to make me carry a can of mace andalways paying attention to my surroundings, but you have never had a conversation about preventing rape with my brother.
Because my decision that someone who can afford it but refuses to buy healthcare and contribute to the system is rich enough to incur a tax is not the same as their decision that someone else is poor enough to die.
Because you believe my straight, white, cisgender, able-bodied, male brother will have less opportunities since the only racism alive today is reverse racism, but I have heard you use an actual racial slur.
Because explaining the Aurora shooting as “Some people are crazy” to my sister is not accurate and not appropriate.
Because the fact that I can remember holding a bottle of pills in my hand, staring at it and thinking, trying to calculate if it’s enough or if I’m strong enough to put it down is funny since hahaha I’m crazy right?
Because my mother went (hopefully by coincidence) to Chick-fil-A on August 1st, knowing I am queer.
Because she gets to be ignorant and let it be a coincidence and it won’t affect your marriage or your rights.
Because you are his parent, but I will have to be the one to explain to my little brother what “queer” means.
Because even though he doesn’t know that, he still knows how to use “gay” as an insult.
Because he will probably resent me for taking up his time to explain it and yet still dismiss me afterwards.
Because you will continue to taunt him by comparing him to a girl and that means the girls in the family are not worth as much.
Because when I get mad about this, you will be “so tired of you people getting upset about stupid shit.”
Because different opinions on equal rights and social justice is not the same as different opinions on cheesecake.
Because you arguing that is dismisses my argument, my thoughts, my opinions and my morals without even considering what I am saying.
Because the you here is my father.
You know something super depressing that I’ve been thinking about recently? Kurt and Blaine don’t have Kurt and Blaine. Which I know doesn’t make sense as a sentence but just wait. Glee as a television show doesn’t exist in Glee universe. And why would it? This isn’t inception. But one of the things Kurt and Blaine have shown throughout the season is that they are avid consumers of mass media. From The Jersey Shore to the Notebook to The Bachelorette Kurt especially seems to thrive on stories. Which is fun! And humorous and can be a nice insight into his character.
Until you see something like theboxscene’s first part of the box scene which shows a nice reminder of why representation matters and how stories may not seem like much but they can make a difference. Maybe not something big, but maybe to a couple of queer kids in a small town in Ohio who are struggling to be seen and heard as something that isn’t contagious, dangerous, wrong, maybe it would mean the world. Maybe if they got to see a Burt Hummel Kurt wouldn’t brush off being called dirty f words. Maybe Santana wouldn’t have spent years throwing her body around and using her sexuality like a weapon against everyone including herself. Maybe David would have had someone to call besides Kurt.
And maybe not. But for Kurt? Who uses various romcoms to plot out his life (When Harry Met Sally, The Notebook) and who was upset because (as he told his dad in I Am Unicorn) there aren’t many people calling for Kurt Hummel types to play opposite Kate Winslet in a romcom and he wants those roles, it’s upsetting. Because there also aren’t people calling for Kurt Hummel types to play opposite Blaine Anderson types.