— Big Gay Al ? (@allenmcnulty) January 1, 2020
— Big Gay Al ? (@allenmcnulty) January 1, 2020
i’m 53, but used to be 19 🙂
i came out on my 19th birthday. i got the courage to go a secretly-located gay bar and, a year later, worked there as the door person.
weekends were a monster. the line to come in was long and the place was packed. a few months later, not so much. you see…hiv/aids was hitting america and we were just learning about it. not in the news, as much as watching a few friends suddenly get sick and die a very slow, painful, death. then “a few friends” became ten, a hundred, a thousand, and hundreds of thousands.
religious folks, politicians, and society in general, thought it was a “gay plague” and only gay people were affected. almost every church in america spewed their homophobic filth all over the news with “they’re getting what they deserve”, “ye reap, what ye sow”, and other cherry-picked bible quotes to make themselves holier than thou and to demonize us. because religion made or broke elections, the politicians echoed these sentiments in order to win elections.
i will never forget the genocide of hundreds of thousands of people (straight and lgbtq), because of this.
it wasn’t until a little boy got a blood transfusion, and a famous actor (who was thought to be straight), became infected with hiv…that something was finally done for study and prevention. all of a sudden, funding became available and, 7 or so years too late, people learned that anyone could become infected.
during this genocide by the government and churches, i watched a bar filled with hundreds turn into one filled with 50. nobody asked where anyone was, because we all knew they were either sick or dead. i hope you can picture the horror of this void, as well as empathize with the emotional scar this left on the survivors. to this day, i clearly remember all of my lost friends and still feel the incredulous pain from those losses.
when we realized what america truly thought of us, we (yet again) fought back. when you have a second, google “act up” for the desperate measures we had to take to get noticed and treated as human beings.
as lgbtq continues to “trend”, please remember those who fell. trump and his minions want to see us dead again…but we’ve kicked their collective asses before and will do it again as long as we don’t become complacent.
(pictured below is me with my best friend who died a week after this pic was taken. the doctors/nurses said not to touch him so i wouldn’t “catch it”, but i was ahead of the curve on hiv/aids education and knew better. i love and miss you still, jo-joe.)
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because of indescribable hatred and violence towards gay people in 1985, i was 19 before i came out to one friend and my mom. mom said “well…it’s going to be a sad an lonely life” and didn’t speak to me for around 3 weeks.
i said hi to him in the grocery aisle. he said hi back. there was that brief stare of “ok, what’s next?”
i was in awe of his beauty.
then he asked me if i’d ever heard about having my own amway business.
michael was a character on the show “good times”. over time, michael kept trying to teach black history, culture, etc. it was brilliant when he replaced with black jesus. basically, he stopped giving a fuk and educating black (and white) people about his knowledge or feelings. thankfully, he balanced out jj’s goofy ass. 🙂
why don’t we, the lgtbq community, have our own “michael”?
i feel sorry for my mom, in that she didn’t get a “stereotypically gay” son. i didn’t know i was gay yet (til 19) and all i cared about was playing sports and watching tv. she’d ask me which outfit looked best and i just didn’t know. poor thing never got the benefits package.
religious zealots always say that gay people cause hurricanes, floods, disasters of all kinds…but that doesn’t make sense to me. i can’t even get my cat to stay off the kitchen counters.
a fairly unknown, yet extremely famous, gay/black icon. read about her heroic activism here.
people actually thought this would harm their kids:
on world’s aids day, today, i say fuk bush.
“They say to only speak good of the dead. He’s dead? Good.”
walk a mile in my shoes for a second: do you know what it’s like to walk into your local bar and 43% aren’t there? and not because they were at a concert, but because they were all sick, dying, or dead? 43% of my close friends and acquaintances gone forever. most didn’t even get an obituary because the family was so embarrassed. this is not hyperbole, btw.
that pos was responsible for killing millions of lgbtq (and straight) people. about 43% killed, due to him and his minions (basically) saying that we “deserved it” and would not fund research or even publicly say the words hiv or aids. it was a “gay disease”. instead he’d turn over the “issue” to religious people and we’d have to hear 24/7 about god and god’s punishment..blah, blah, blah. that was his decree of cowardice.
so, yes…fuk bush. i don’t mourn his death, i celebrate it.
(feel free to leave a comment whether you agree/understand or not)