I am THE fag-hag. Hear my roar.
Tomorrow is the beginning of Euro-Pride 2008 here in Stockholm.
The kick-off will take place at the fag-hags workplace – Skansen.
A fabulous party.
A manifestation of love.
Of people being proud of who they are.
This feat naturally causes some debate.
And ignorant people may possibly be somewhat frigtenned of things they have a hard time grasping.
But there’s a difference between being ignorant and being insolent.
Somewher we must draw a line and put our fists down.
Let me set the scene for you:
A bus.
A silent bus.
Stopped to wait for the boats to pass by.
An old lady.
Talking to the busdriver adout the word Pride. How wrong it is for “them” to use that word. How childish and immature “they” are. How “they” ought to grow up. How “they” should be thankfull.
The fag-hag sitting at the far end of the bus, hearing every word, growing more and more insulted for every dispicable word the lady spat out. She cannot remember them all by now. Her boilng mind has blown them all away.
In the end it was the spitting upon everything she stands for, about the disrespect for love, and the despising of so many of her friends and loved ones that made her put on the armous and step up to the fight.
So the fag-hag got up. Walked the long line towards the front of the bus, feeling every head turn in the silence that only a bus with the engine turned off can produce, came up to the old lady, looked her into the eyes and said:
You know you should be careful with what yousay. You never know who can here you and get offended – and get wounded by it. You just called me and my loved ones immature and childish. What gives you the right to deem people you’ve never met.
The lady shrunk back. Tried to find her footing and make the fag-hag an exeption to her misguided rule.
She failed.
They got off discussing and fag-hag really tried to be dipomatic but in the end she was shaking by rage by all the stupidity the lady had blurted out.
To the fag-hag, love is pure.
Sex, now that’s another thing. Secondary.
Love comes first and is beautiful in every form.
Marriage has to do with swearing truthfulness and love to your beloved one.
Now, according to the lady – and this was BIG news to the fag-hag – the society at large views marriage as a sexual union between man and woman. A sexual union. At this, the fag-hag only felt sorry for the lady.
But as the lady continued and said that “you people” disrespect a thousand year old cultural history… the fag-hag had it with diplomacy!
Fortunately she was shaking too much with rage that whe was unable to punch the lady in the face.
“You people should find your own semantics and don’t go take ours!”
(Sometimes the fag-hag is embarrassed to call herself heterosexual. Especially when folks like that open their mouths.)
It is that kind of people that makes the fag-hag, the queen, the dragon, the coala and the rest of her loose faith, loos heart.
The lady asked her to respect her opinions. But if it’s all down to respect – how come the lady can’t respect such a large part of the society and yet craves respect from the ones she despises?
Ofcourse she’s allowed her opinions. But how can she demand respect when she clearly lacks it herself? Everyone is to have their own mind, but they should eb aware that that opinion might hurt people when spoken out loud and in public.
What happened to everyone being alike and worth the same?
All alike – all unlike?
‘Why should we be greatful to be tolerated – as the lady so nicely put it? Should we not demand tolerance, acceptance and respect? Why shouldn’t we have what everyone else takes for granted? What makes us – who so strongly believe in love – sp unworthy of it?
Next time the fag-hag won’t stop at wearing armour. Next time she’ll bring out her shining lance too.
But tomorrow, let’s forget about the sad sad insolent people.
Tomorrow, let’s be fabulous!
