...or how I learned to stop being cynical and enjoy the party
Gay men know how to throw a party. We know how to laugh out loud. We know how to enjoy a moment for all its worth. In most cases, the happiest noise at any restaurant, bar, or event emanates from the table of gay men.
Gay men also know how to suffer. We know how to cry. We learned the epistemology of the closet at an early age, and all too often suffered in silence. And in darkness. And in fear. Those of us who escaped the closet experienced a unique rebirth, but we never forget those years of darkness and fear.
More than anything, gay men know how to assimilate. Many of us keep that door ajar so that at work, weddings, and family reunions we can easily step back into the closet if necessary. That's how we get by in society. Professional sports and the country music industry aside, being gay is no longer a barrier to success, but being a proud gay man might be.
This weekend, in Boston, proud gay men and women are throwing themselves the biggest party of the year. "Gay Pride" according to the Pride Committee "Celebrates our vibrant community annually with a weeklong series of events that promote diversity and visibility throughout New England." This celebration of diversity and visibility includes parades, tree decorating, block parties, brunches, and a lot of excessive drinking.
2007 marks my 10th year in Boston, and my 10th Boston Gay Pride weekend. Over the last decade I have watched the parade shrink in size and in quality. I've been harassed by drunken out-of-towners insisting that Boston's Gay Pride "sucks". Two years, while attending one of the many parties thrown for the event, ago a drunken, seemingly underage boy vomited on my shoes.
And yet I continue to look forward to Pride. I attend the tree lighting and the parade (though I no longer attend the block parties). And I can honestly say I always feel proud. Proud to be a gay man. And it's clear that everyone around me feels much the same. What the parade lacks in quality, is made up for by the enthusiasm of the audience.
In my mind, that enthusiasm comes from something more profound than celebrating diversity and visibility. I think the events of Pride Week give us all a chance to show off a bit. To let the world know that yes, we will dress the way you want us to dress. We will act "straight" in the board room. We will pretend not to be offended by the casual homophobic references made both in the office and in the media. We will conform. BUT NOT TODAY. Today, we say "FUCK YOU" to the rest of the world, and we enjoy our Big Gay Party. We know how to throw a party.
Gay Pride. What does it mean? I ask myself this question every year. And I have never been able to follow through with an answer. Last week, I asked a number of friends what "Gay Pride" meant to them. The responses were surprising to me. A few suggested that we should celebrate and honor those who came before us, from the Stonewall rioters and Harvey Milk to Matthew Shepherd and George Michael. Some suggested that Pride has become anachronistic, while others described it as axiomatic (we celebrate it because we always have). But none of the answers helped explain the feeling of exhilaration I feel at every year when the Dykes on Bikes rev up their motors and initiate the parade. Or the truly profound joy I find when I see the PFLAG group- parents and children marching in support of their sons, daughters and friends. It is beautiful.
So, what does Gay Pride mean to me? The most elusive answers often are the least complicated. If I had the opportunity to go back to the womb and select my sexual orientation, would I? Would I choose to forego a painful childhood? Could I escape the threats and taunts from homophobic thugs? Would I actually be able to ignore politicians who use issues that are very important to my livelihood as weapons? Would I? And miss the best parties? lose out on the finest friends a man could wish for? Not to mention the lousy parade? HELL NO!!
And that's what Gay Pride means to me: I would not change a thing, if I could.
Happy Pride.