Unless you are living in Syria or happen to be a member of the Amish and isolate yourself from electricity and Twitter, you would know that June is LGBT Pride Month.

“Even in the gayest month of the year, showing affection in public for homosexual people (gay men especially) is a struggle”.  

It’s a big deal for a lot of gay people and, for the most part, aside from the bitchiness, the shameless sluttiness and casual exchanging of sexual transmitted diseases, political correctness and the even more shameless hijacking from the liberal left to conform and obey and to exterminate all white straight people, it’s a joyous and multi-coloured month full of love and absolute togetherness as gay people celebrate their homosexuality the same way a fat feminist celebrates getting a Big Mac sticker on McDonalds Monopoly.

Yet even in the gayest month of the year, showing affection in public for homosexual people (gay men especially) is a struggle.

Just how difficult is it for two gay men to simply hold hands and walk down the street without getting gasps and stares from their heterosexual counterparts?

Well, imagine being an American tourist trying to steal and smuggle communist propaganda posters from North Korea.

Not only could it leave you badly beaten, handicapped and left in a vegetable state, but you could also end up in a paralysed coma and die as a result. 

Yep, the struggle is real.

Data published from the Home Office crime statistics report shows that the number of recorded homophobic hate crimes in England and Wales has surged.

The report reveals that 7,194 hate crimes based on sexual orientation were recorded during the 2015-16 financial year, equating to 20 incidents every day.

1,844 homophobic hate crimes were recorded by London’s police force, the Metropolitan Police, while 494 were recorded in Greater Manchester and 372 in the West Midlands.

British Transport Police, the national police service for the railways, reported 203 incidents – more than one homophobic incident every two days.

Even hearing those stats should leave me anxiety ridden, in bed and not wanting to leave the confines of my bedroom due to my perceived homosexuality. I feel that I shouldn’t have to hide or be on alert all the time for fear of aggression from a council estate hoodrat or illegal migrant from some unpronounceable third world country where the sight of a gay men is met with repulsiveness, punishment and death.

Being a non-conforming and un-stereotypical right wing gay non binary and someone whom ‘’came out’’ before Tom Daley made it somewhat socially acceptable to announce on YouTube their bi-sexuality status (while making it very clear that they morally, ethically, spiritually, physically, positively and absolutely still liked girls before marrying a 43 year old gay man) there is still an issue with being openly gay in 2017.

Without having to hide behind the B in LGBT, I am someone who is very much comfortable with my own sexuality and gender identity. So having to constantly be aware of my surroundings like a heightened Amy Winehouse on crack is mentally draining and utterly exhausting. Take me to rehab now, I won’t be saying ‘No No No’ as I willingly check myself into the Betty Ford clinic to escape from the blatant medieval discrimination and social double standards occurring around me.

‘’Are they looking at me!?’’

‘’Do they think I am a flaming homosexual!?’’

‘’Am I walking too Gay!?’’

‘’Am I offending everyone within the radius of me due to my homosexual abomination deformed self?’’

This kind of microscopic precision is not only an inconvenience and a damn nuisance but also surprising, considering this is the year 2017 and we are not currently in Afghanistan or 1940’s Nazi controlled Germany.

Two members of the same sex holding hands in the street are still a novelty to a lot of people. It’s like the circus has come to town and not the kind of Circus where Britney Spears is the ring leader either.

‘Step this way heterosexual ladies and gentlemen and bi-wondering millennial children and feast your eyes on the puzzling and jaw-dropping sight of two same-sex homo sapiens engaging in the primitive and foreign ritual of holding hands in public’

Gay people grow up in a society that marginalises and creates very negative and irrational beliefs about homosexuality. It makes it that much bigger of a risk to put yourself out there and emotionally get involved with another member of the same sex when there are still repercussions.

From stares and sniggering to more serious reactions ranging from verbal abuse and even physical assault, sometimes you need to question is it really worth the hassle to just hold hands or display some form of same-sex affection in public?

It seems many gay people; gay men, in particular, have rather deep rooted psychology issues when it comes to public displays of affection that even an accidental brush of the hand from their undercover partner in disguise would cause them to break out in frenzied sweat and triggered panic as if they had been stricken down from a bout of Ebola.

From personal experience, what I’ve found from previous partners and casual dates is reluctance, unwillingness and a deathly fear of showing even an ounce of homosexual activity in public. Even in this supposed free-thinking, multicultural and open minded utopia dreamt up in a top 10 list somewhere on Buzzfeed, there is still some discomfort with the idea of same-sex couples existing in the wilderness.

For me, this unwillingness to be one-half of a normal, breathing and every day same-sex couple has proven problematic and overly annoying because, being the proud and patriotic Brexiteer that I am, I am used to facing unfavourable reactions and adversity from simple minded peasants who would rather you did not exist. 

Unfortunately the same cannot be said for previous partners who have literally jumped out of their skin when I initiate saliva swapping in public.

So with June being the queerest month of the year and ironically sharing the calendar with Ramadan, you would have thought that you would have seen a lot more openly gay people mincing down the fruit and vegetable aisle in Asda, or the very least down the Halal isle.

A heterosexual boyfriend and girlfriend can walk hand in hand down the street and not face the wrath of screaming ‘straight-phobic’ extremists or awkward and unwanted stares from homosexual radicals.

Straight couples are everywhere, like… literally everywhere, yet the sight of a man and a woman skipping down the street while holding hands does not cause the same catastrophic end of the world apocalypse that the unholy vision of two men having a cheeky little smooch over an even cheekier Nando’s shared platter would cause.

Get a job, marry a member of the opposite sex, get a house, get a mortgage, have children and live happily ever after. This is the straight propaganda that is shoved down our throats from the moment we are yanked out from a bleeding vagina.

Straight is the normal, straight is the expected and straight is the everyday occurrence and this is what we are programmed and conditioned to believe

Until those expectations are changed, until society’s pre-programmed notions are re-wired, and until all gay, homosexual, queer, lesbian, bisexual, transgendered and all the other 71 gender options on Facebook are deemed as equal and dare I say… normal.

Then the sight of two men walking along the street side by side and holding hands will still be met by pitchforks, torches and a whole lotta stares.

Michael Lee

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