It’s Pride

It has been a week of events to create a build towards the pride march set to take place this Saturday. The view from the street of the happenings around me is met with two very calm currents. On one side I see men rather indifferent to the entire idea of marching through the beautiful streets of Cape Town so they mull on the idea of “what’s the point?”, which is met with a juxtaposition of a few go getters who seem to be doing the good thing but at times there podium seems nothing more than there own little soapbox. And why is there even a divide to begin with?

I have always had this crazy notion that gay men are a special breed of human. The fact that we see past the mere idea of procreation when it comes to sexual gratification or emotional fulfillment speaks very highly to the intuition I believe is so indelibly engraved in our souls. So why is it that we can’t see the middle ground here? Or am I just being a fence sitter? In my opinion, the fence, at the moment, has the best view and I am interested in surveilling the area rather than pioneer through onto either side.

the height of stupidity is doing the same thing over and expecting different results – Albert Einstein

So what are we marching for? Surely a theme to guide? And although it is there, why is it that the get togethers and spending of cash is what is so predominantly advertised and publicized.

I can’t help but think that maybe another rhino just got shot or that the fracking in the Karoo is worse than I think it is. I think of the dam just north about to be destroyed because of a mine. And I way up questions of humanity and nature. I wonder about the rise of unemployment and how expensive it is for a loaf of bread and suddenly worrying about how many colours I have in my costume for the march on Saturday not only seems irrelevant it is actually down right inappropriate.

I am what one would refer to as the cross over homo… Where I was witness to the struggle as it dissipates and similarly, I witnessed the freedom as it started to live or started to take fruition. And I feel privileged that I can see both sides of the spectrum. For the older men who actually did the fighting and the struggling and deserve our respect. And then also the other new boys who know nothing of the plight of the homosexual other than personal demons, and I don’t blame them for not really being as involved as they probably should be.

So where do we make the decision on what to do? What is the course of action we should take? Not attend a parade that one feels does not adequately represent them or join in on the festivities and treat it as one big party?

I can tell you that there is no wrong answer for how you feel about pride and all it represents, should represent or could represent but there is a wrong answer for the course of action you take.

To not attend is the wrong answer! And the buzzer goes off!!!

I will be wearing a Stop Poaching My Rhinos shirt, if not just to satisfy my craving for political angst but also to show how the homo cares. It’s a level we as humans can all somehow find ourselves on, not matter the sexual orientation, race, creed, sex or body type… And that love will help us all connect a little better.

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One thought on “It’s Pride

  1. Greeting and salutations, Juane…and thanks for following my blog. I love your commentary on Capetown and the languages spoken in and around the city as well as about the racism debate. I’ve never been to SA but would love to do so, some day. I used to know someone from Johannesburg (Jo-burg, he called it) and his outlook on life was very different from anyone else’s I knew.

    Looks like I have a fresh blog to follow.

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