Dear Dan Savage:
We appreciate all of the hard work that you and your sisterhood of the travelling imperialism (aka white gay men who speak over everyone else) have done for ‘the movement,’ but now we need you to keep moving far, far away
back into the closet along with your tacky outfit.
Girls Just Want to Have Paisley!
I think we need a break
It’s not us, it’s totally you
We’re just at two different places right now.
Namely you’re sleeping with Wall Street
and I’m trying to take stock of your hot mess.
And no, it isn’t cute—
just like you not responding to anyone on GRINDR who doesn’t look just like you.
When you said you were a homosexual did that just mean you wanted to fuck yourself?
It would seems like you and your friends are anal about everything,
(except racial and economic justice).
Back when we were gaybies you told us that it would somehow ‘get better,’
And considering that queer youth are 4 more times likely to attempt suicide,
We believed you.
There is something beautiful about being lied to
In the innocence of forgetting,
How trust seduces us when we mistake white men as mirrors
You see, Dan,
It’s so much easier to love yourself when you use the #equality filter
on instagram and come out white!
Like. Share. Colonize.Repeat!
What you forgot to mention is that it only gets better
if it gets bourgie
Today’s headlines are out! This Just In!
“Gay is the old white!”
Dan okay darling we’re going to take you a tragic school bus all the way back to elementary school
There is this thing called ‘scale’
Not all things are actually the same size.
Some things are more equal than others.
There is a difference between being insecure and being incarcerated
Between being lonely and being placed in solitary confinement
You call it a ‘rainbow;’ we call it a ‘racial wealth divide’
Sorry Dorothy your rainbow brick road was built by colonized and enslaved peoples
Not everyone in this country can afford to be gay,
the rest of us are just trying to pay rent.
We followed you to your favorite club,
I think it was called: “The White House”
Where the men told us to #leanin and be proud that our movement is finally receiving our piece of the cake!
You’re right. These days you can’t tell the difference between a gay party and a cheescake: they’re both rich, white, and bland
What about the homeless queer youth?
Oh wait! They were #BornThisWay to be poor,
criminalized, and thrown into jail.
Maybe if they love themselves more the police won’t hate them.
What about all of the queers in prison?
Oh shucks! We’ve been passing out all the equal sign stickers in the wrong direction
When we flip them the right (wing) way they make a handy set of prison bars
Gay rights for prison stripes!
What about the undocumented queers?
The US deports hundreds of thousands of them
But golly! We won’t ask if you don’t tell
About all that military money creating wars
that create more migration in the first place
But Uncle Sam didn’t tell you that when he ordained your wedding.
What about the trans women of color who started Pride?
Oh darn! They couldn’t afford the cover fee to your party,
Didn’t have a good enough credit score for the Gay Visa Equality Card,
Guess the only change you believe in is the one in your bank account!
Masturbation will not dismantle the masters house!
This is not a movement, it’s a marketing scheme.
This is not equality, it’s erasure.
Our bodies should matter even if we’re not in style this season.
Talk is cheap; show us your receipts.
When there are 200 beds for homeless queer youth in New York City
and your friends are signing leases for new mansions.
When all of the major national gay rights organization in the US invest billions in private prisons and drone warfare.
When marriage and not murder is the number one queer issue.
So from this point forward please stop calling what you’re doing ‘a movement’
Try Elmer’s glue instead!
Because y’all have been white and stuck up for a long time
If you’re so good at being out,
why don’t you just
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