There are only two days left in the month of May. That’s only two days until Pride month if you live by the queer calendar. June is Pride month or Pride season if you will. To many who identify as LGBTQ+ it is license to celebrate with kick ass parties, festivals, and bar bashes. Some would paint a pretty picture and have us believe that the season swells with love, inclusivity, and a glittery rainbow of commonality between allies and community. Well, I am here to tell you that that depends on whom you ask.
I woke to a number of “this needs to stop” and “something needs to change” posts across social media this morning. I have not seen one “I’m going to…” response to last night’s shootings in the city.
If you can’t see that this problem reaches beyond the responsibility of parents and city officials then you inarguably are not looking hard enough at the real issues. To choose to reside in an area where violent acts continue yet put the onus on others to rectify the situation so that you have a better place to live is irresponsible and elitist.
We are at the
end of another year and another decade. It’s that week leading up to the start
of a new year. It’s that week when many take stock of what they’d planned to
accomplish, what they actually accomplished, and what will roll over to the new
list of plans likely to never be crossed off or the boxes ticked.
I had never met Nancy Novak. I’d heard her name, but our paths had never crossed. She was working at Coca-Cola. Novak’s Bar & Grill didn’t exist. Nancy was throwing parties for other people and serving drinks to friends in her modest house in North St. Louis across a short stand-alone bar too short to lie on for body shots. Although, drunken attempts were likely made by the Gayborhood/Mich Light football folks. If it could be done, they were the ones to do it!
attended my second Transgender Spectrum Conference in St. Louis. This year I
also agreed to participate in two ways I had not the previous year.
I spent a chunk
of the morning being interviewed by a volunteer interviewer for the Trans
Spectrum Oral History Project for the Washington University archives. It was
basically 45 minutes or so of narrative with a number of questions and conversation
with the orator/interviewer. The subject was the story about my transition from
female to male. It was a pretty laid-back exchange and the time passed quickly.