In June, we remember a movement that started on June 28, 1969, the Stonewall Inn police raid. Once a month, police collected a bribe, “the gayola.” Because, obviously, it was illegal to sell alcohol to gays. During the raids, men dressed as women were arrested. If females were not wearing at least three pieces of women’s clothes, they were also arrested. On June 28, 1970, the first Gay Pride March happened in Chicago and Los Angeles. The following year Boston, Dallas, Milwaukee, London, Paris, West Berlin and Stockholm joined; today, 52 years later, almost the whole world celebrates that fight. One word should be removed from my last line and is “almost.” However, unfortunately, some places still consider homosexuality a disease or a crime.
Can you imagine going to a bar and asking someone why they are drinking lager beer? Drinking lager beer is not correct, and can you imagine asking them to please drink the beer far away from you because you do not want to be pulled into drinking lager beer. Makes no sense, right? You won’t do that because you know there are lager, stout, ale, pilsner, bock, and a vast spectrum of different types. You also understand that everybody drinks whatever they want. Someone only drinks ale, while some only lager, but some people sometimes like a lager, sometimes stout, and you will also find people who like any kind of beer.
Would your fire someone who likes pineapple on their pizza? I know it is a very touchy subject, but let’s face it, some of us like pineapple on our pizza. And the same as with beer, there are many different choices for pizza, Chicago style, thin crust, with one cheese, maybe three different kinds of cheese, with an edge, square and then the ingredients, pepperoni, ham, bacon, etc.
I think you get my point here. The spectrum is enormous, and there are still people around that judge, criticize, make fun of, and even humiliate us because of who we like, how we dress or who we kiss. Older generations were taught differently. Even when I was a kid, it was common for parents and teachers to make you do activities “according to your gender role.”
So, as a boy, you were sent to play football, you get tools and cars for Christmas and obviously, never cry because “boys don’t cry.” At the same time, as a girl, the room was pink, you played with makeup, dolls and with the magic oven (I always wanted that magic oven, but Santa never delivered it; damn you, Santa!). The girls had to be neat, not get their dress dirty, and look cute. While as a boy, it doesn’t matter if you were full of mud, dirty nails, or torn up clothes; after all, “boys will be boys,” but with girls, it was “girly girl;.” It should be “children will be children.”
It is hard to point which group has had it more complicated in life: gay or lesbian that “do not look like one,” or maybe the ones that “look like one.” Bisexuals with cliché comments: “ you are just going thru a phase” or “attracted to anything that moves,” but hey! Where do you leave the pansexuals then?. And there is also the Ts, “are you really a man?”, “do you have surgery down there?” or “what is your real name?”. Asexuals had the “ but do you at least masturbate?”, and that is just an example. And there are also the stereotypes: I can almost say that every T-girl has gotten this one: “you should be amazing with makeup”; lesbians get the: “I’ll bet you are good with tools, machines and stuff like that”; gay guys received the “help me, I need some advice on my outfit and how to decorate my house.”. Because yes, all gays work as interior designers, lesbians in construction and trans as hairdressers, or…not.
For those who do not know, your sexual preferences, the way you dress, behave, talk or whose hand you are holding does not make you incapable of performing jobs like being a lawyer, dentist or paramedic.
Personally, I do not feel less of a man by wearing a dress and makeup, the same way I do not feel more manly by wearing a plaid shirt and a long beard. I am who I am regardless of how I dress, wearing polish on my nails or who I love, and you can be sure that my feelings, principles, and how I provide care to patients are the same.
I want to finish by saying that every human being’s freedom and human rights must be respected. The closet is for the clothes, not for people; dress any way you like, never apologize for who you love. There is nothing wrong with you. YOU DO YOU!