I can see the outside of my window frosting up as the warmth of the life I breathe on the inside clashes with icy winter weather on the outside. Is this not the same way our hearts are constructed with warmth and love on the inside to withstand the cold and hurt on the outside? But this world has become hollow and cold, painting our hearts black inch by inch year by year. Generation after generation losing its compassion and ability to care for anything except themselves.
We are all like planets trying to find our way through the solar system to get closest to the sun and feel the warmth of acceptance. Although we don’t wait our turns like planets we plough through other people’s orbits regardless of the damages caused. Are we stuck in the past paving more destructive paths to the future we are so desperately trying to save?
We as the LGBTI community is classified as a minority group in most of the countries in a world in major need of change. Facing obstacles and ridicule so often by religious, political and cultural discretions. This has yet to stop us from standing firm to just have the right to be the human being that you were meant to be. People’s feet are constructed to such a solid beat that most of the time the meaning is lost within a folks own land.
We rainbow warriors as I would like to call my fellow queer community are our own worst enemy. When we fight for our right to have a place in this world we unite and when the feeling of accomplishment strikes we draw our weapons upon each other. We put dividers in our community to separate us from each other, losing the essence of being safe amongst your ‘family’. We label each other with disgusting crude names inhibited by homophobic individuals to describe gay folk in a mediocre manner. Do we really consider the price it costs emotionally?
As a gay female I must admit I feel overshadowed and overlooked by the gay community. As the emphasis is always put on GAY, yet it’s always made quite clear females are not gay but lesbian. Sometimes quite unnerving to be in certain venues as it’s said and I quote “There are too many dykes in this place tonight”. The feeling of being inferior to men in our community is quite a debate in many circles, as if being looked down upon.
I see the rainbow as a symbol of peace, unity, love and respect, as a ray of hope when the storm is over. It also at the same time scares me that I can sometimes clearly see the black holes in between the colours as we raise the flag. When we treat each other with disrespect and inequality, how do we expect to earn that from society?
