Le paradis n'est pas artificiel …

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

On Pride Day I watched the colour and the people, drank cold water under the bright sun and sat with Hywel, Azfir and Shana. We watched different thngs (Hywel: Oh, look! Bums!) and soaked in the human warmth and the season's heat. I had a new digital camera that I didn't take out once, except to ensure it was off. (I've never been one to capture the vistas or the moment - my memory is more vivid and, frankly, more pleasantly tactile than any photo).

Halfway through the parade, we noticed that Drew and Matty were across the street from us, out of sight, sitting on the curb.

A short while later I wandered over to see some friends.

Pride came and went; despite the noisy cheers, fanfare, the colour and balloons it was essentially a lazy summer's day and all is well.

We should of hooked up.

Are you going to any QF&VF festivities?



Posted by: Michael Van Lane at August 5, 2004 04:38 PM
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