After some time to thinkâ here is what I have to say.
For a moment I considered making this lighter, and then I reflected on my entire journey, and remembered why Iâm even hereâ to be radically, unapologetically, beautifully, and underline this oneâ unstoppably; queer as fuck.
Bare with me.
I do not consider what I do âfemale impersonationâ, I have always had a very personal relationship with the art I have produced under the label âRuby Velvetâ. It is the first time I have ever truly been able to explore both masculinity and femininity in a space that is completely safe for queer people to do so. While we have gained so much over the past few decades relating to our rights, representation, and freedoms, I canât stress enough how much we need to cherish these kinds of safe spaces for queer people to explore their identities and experience being around many people who can walk their shoes. Because lets face itâthose of us from smaller towns are sick and tired of representing our communities on what can sometimes feel like our own shoulders. And we donât have too⌠We can make and maintain these spaces for queer people. It is our privilege, and it is our burden, too.
Question. Have you ever made a true friend from Grindr? Not a fuck buddy, not a lover, just someone you thought âheyâ they look cool. Iâd like to be their friend.â
Food for thought.
Moving on.
We are quite literally bursting with diversity within our own community. To encompass the entire LGBTQ+ community into one group is something I find liberating, despite its heavy criticism, even within our own community.
I am so tired.
I am so, so, so, so tired.
I am tired of reading stories or comments of people within our own community attacking each other.
I am sick to my stomach reading gay men bash trans woman.
I am exhausted by my heteronormative friends telling me they are going to paint the bedroom blue for their new baby boy.
I am disgusted by your behaviour if you are a gay man that says âewâ at the mention of a vagina. The nose you have in the air says decades more about you than it does the magnifying beauty of the human body in all of its shapes, sizes, and shades.
I am angry and I am hurt that my lovers have been too afraid to hold my hand in public because the media, their peers, or their own families taught them they are putting themselves in danger to do so.
I bring all of this up because I want to speak about not just the importance of safe queer spaces, but also highlight the crucial concept of intersectionality. We are stronger for all of our differences; I am proud to come from a community that I can walk in a pride parade and know we all have shared experiences that have brought us together, yet we have so many more experiences that are vastly unique from one another as well. Listening to these stories and empathizing with each other is a fucking superpower.
One that is attainable to us by nothing more than our own imagination, and ability to empathize with one another.
I am grateful to have watched this experience from start to finish, it has been a pleasure watching each and every of you claim your crown and your reign. Each of us brought something unique to the table. And how true that is to what brought us all here in the first place, too.
I have a little more time, so Iâll share about something close to my heart. There are many things I would like to advocate for, but I believe sometimes the best way to be an advocate is to know when itâs time to listen, and when it is time to speak.
Something I can speak about from personal experience, is that if I lived in a world free of heteronormativityâ I would likely ask you to call me they, or just Gavin.
But I donât.
I often feel scared to share how I truly feel about my gender identity.
Too many times have I been told, âI love that youâre gay, but like, you donât shove it in our faces.â
Or the classicâ âI donât mean this in a bad way, of course, but Iâm so glad you arenât one of THOSE gaysâ.
The fact of the matter is that the media is at war with trans and non binary people. The media makes it out that to be non-binary is to identify as a purple, cross species, part time tractor part time octopus from mars.
No.
I simply do not feel comfortable when I look in the mirror and all I see is masculinity. I do not feel like myself nor do I feel happy about how I look and to feel happy with how I look and present myself is one of the many pieces I need to be at peace with myself and god damn, I deserve some peace.
I am not transgender. I love my bodyâ I do not wish to change it, and I never (too seriously) have had that desire. But I do identify with the philosophy of being non-binary, though it isnât a label I tend to declare to anyone unless asked first. (And in the the right way, too)
I have started wearing sparkling nail polish and sparkling rainbow jewelry to work. I have been my authentic self with the retirement community of my city, the very people who likely oppressed many of us. And I have not had one homophobic interaction in three months of the job. To embrace this and be honest with myselfâ Iâve become a person who loves themself, and loves their body, for all that it was painfully won. The experience has been humbling, gratifying, radical, and fucking beautiful.
Authenticity and a kind heart.
That shit is power.
Shine on. â¨
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