and on this day

[harborshore]

I'm Vee. I'm bisexual, I'm pretty queer, I'm a cis-gendered woman who passes for straight much less easily now that I cut my hair off, which is mostly a relief. Mostly.

In my country, I can marry whoever I want. It's not perfect: prejudice exists here too (the racists we just elected to the parliament also believe homosexuality is akin to pedophilia), but I know we're unusual, still. In Serbia, the violent protests against a gay pride parade saw 100 people injured, mostly riot police who were defending the parade. That's unusual, still--it means the authorities were defending them. I don't know how love can ever be seen as a threat, but it is. In many places, they will kill you for coming out.

But as much as I know I'm lucky, I don't want to call it that. The right to love is a right, not a privilege. So on this day, I will tell you that the person I loved the most, the person I thought I would spend the rest of my life with, was a girl. That may make me unusual, but that will never make me worthy of condemnation. That's not how this works. A right, not a privilege.

Happy (Inter)National Coming Out Day, darlings. ♥

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[kickingrad.livejournal.com]

[imntsaying.livejournal.com]

*fist bump of solidarity*

Mwah mwah to you <3

[mrsquizzical.livejournal.com]

♥

[sansets]

♥ ♥ ♥

[redbrickrose.livejournal.com]

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[modillian.livejournal.com]

:))))) <3

[x_dark_siren_x]

The right to love is a right, not a privilege. Thank you. ♥♥♥

I almost feel like a fraud, sometimes, when I talk about these subjects. But today I talked to my Cultural Theory lecturer - who specialises in gender and sexuality and winds up officials when they ask her if she's a Miss or a Mrs - about the hubris in Marist theory and, separately, Judith Butler, and it's put me in such a good mood. Besides which, some of the people I love most in the world are LGBT, and can't get married in their home country, so doesn't that mean I can talk about it?

Um. That wasn't about you. That was me and my issues. But mostly it was me trying to say I love that there is a day like this, and that I love you. ♥

[wethepainted.livejournal.com]

The right to love is a right, not a privilege. That sums it up perfectly. I posted about this too (in a much clumsier, rant-y way) and that is just what I didn't know how to say. ♥