Kink in exile

Notes from a kinky nomad

Why I skipped pride

This rave like image of a pink triangle on a San Francisco hillside surrounded with spotlights makes me cringe.  No, not because I dislike parties, or even because I’m thinking of crowds.  No, this pink triangle, along with the countless others I see on everything from store windows to cupcakes this time of year makes me cringe because it reminds me of these:

And these in turn play into a personally painful and meaningful history.  The pink triangle was first used by Nazis to identify homosexual concentration camp prisoners.  It was among several coded badges used by Nazis to identify prisoners, and it was a death sentence.  Homosexuals liberated from concentration camps were often imprisoned again under a Nazi-created German law that made homosexuality a felony in Germany and remained for two decades following the war.  Seeing a pink triangle on a cupcake does not make me think of freedom, promiscuity, revelry.  It reminds me of the members of my family who died in concentration camps – it reminds me of ruined lives, of persecution, of my grandmother who once brought her doctor to tears when giving a medical history because she simply didn’t have family history beyond “killed in the Shoah.”

What does it mean when we put someone else’s death sentence on a cupcake?

And what does it mean when Pride is a party with barely a nod to remaining injustice?

This is a corporate event, literally.  Sponsors include: Wells Fargo, Verizon, Bud Light, Smirnoff, AT&T, and Bank of America.  Furthermore, this is a corporate party completely out of touch with real work that still needs to be done.  This is an event oblivious to poverty in the queer community, to continued harassment of our young people in schools, to the devastating consequences that lack of marriage equality has for immigration, custody, and end of life issues.  This is an event that encourages unchecked drinking without concern for the abuse of drugs and alcohol in our communities or the day to day horrors and lack of medical access that cause this.  This is an event that has lost touch with its origins.



This is where queer liberation comes from.  This is what happened before Bud Light sponsored our day in the sun.  These are the people who made it possible for us to have GLBT employee groups at our Fortune 500s and the people we are now throwing under the bus.  And this is why I am damn glad of #occupride.  Because strange as it sounds from a self-proclaimed capitalist whore: and injury to one is an injury to all.  Or in my own words: pushing someone down below you on the totem pole only legitimizes the totem pole and no matter what you think, you will never get to the top.  So stop taking Kaiser’s bribe money, and stop giving Bank of America your ass, don’t let them bribe you into thinking that a shiny party is more important than trans health and a stable economy because when pride is over, they’ve still got you by the balls.

Written by kinkinexile

June 24, 2012 at 9:26 pm

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  1. […] the LGBT movement and defense contractors is chilling. The corporate sponsorship of Pride events which turns the entire experience into a day-long ad campaign for Bud Light is disgraceful. And the fact that a movement born out of the suffering and frustration of a […]

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