August 01, 2004
Obsessing the Metaphor
Happy Pride, everyone!
For many queers, being alone on the night of Pride is worse than being alone on Valentine's day. The good thing is, most gay people are very sex-positive and see nothing wrong with alleviating the scenario at the last minute. The bad thing is, anyone at the clubs/bars on their own with a smile on their face is an open target.
Well, I'm not feeling that smiley, anyway. I wouldn't go for the meat market thing, even if I wasn't in a committed relationship. My attraction to people is what I call liminal: fundamentally cerebral — though I like to coyly say that doesn't mean I can't express that attraction physically. I see the body as a metaphor for the mind I'm attracted to, is all.
But anyway, my main metaphor, and someone who happens to coincide with me in my liminalism, is out in New York tonight. I have been spending inordinate amounts of time on the computer and in the local bookstore in order to avoid the fact, but I miss him like nuts. There is just something about watching a parade of really enthusiastic, sexually diverse people hugging and dancing and otherwise doing whatever they like with whomever they yearn for that makes you want to do the same. And even as a celebration of diversity, I think a big part of Pride is locating in other people some reflection of the way you yourself work.
Luckily for me, the mind is more electronically translatable than the body, and my partner is online. So happy Pride, queer geeks everywhere! But next year get off your damn computers and help me boo Lorne Mayencourt, already.
Posted by delire at August 1, 2004 10:39 PM