When I was asked to contribute a little something to this fabulous
magazine I was a little nervous that I wouldn't know what to talk
about.
Should I mention the hilarious Rocky Horror Show at the Sporties and
how I nearly wet myself laughing? Or should I rave on about the hot
tanned bodies that I spent the night brushing up against at Fluffy’s
beach party?
Well, as fun and entertaining as all this was, the thing that got my
attention was the abuse and homophobic taunts that I was subjected to
on Sunday night while making my way from Family to the Wickham.
It was only 1am and I was still looking quite fresh in my beach mu-mu
and hot pink high heel joggers. Very fitting for a beach party, I
thought. My husband, a friend and I were calling it a night. I’m very
sensible these days – the Botox just doesn’t hold out quite as long
anymore.
We headed back to the Wickham where we had parked, and en route down
Warner Street we passed a nightclub that has a biblical tone to it and
very fitting name as well. You good little Catholic boys will know
which one I mean.
The bouncers, as hot as they were, had such a naff and nasty look about them, so I greeted them politely and kept on my way.
“Keep walking, faggots,” was the response I got. Now, if this had
happened about 10 years ago, you could have assumed that it was
provoked and you could have equally assumed that I would have
retaliated by clobbering the meathead with my heels. But those days are
gone, which is why it was a little shocking to hear.
It didn’t end there. Not one to let things go, my husband and his
friend yelled back, “You’re only angry cause you got a hard on!”
This elicited the reply: “You’re gonna die, you faggots! Run or you’re gonna get bashed, poofters!”
How absurd! I don’t run in heels – not unless I’m chasing hot trade.
But seriously, would you really expect this kind of shit these days?
The Valley was once the place to keep clear of, but these days it is
party central, gay or straight. You go there to party and have a good
time, not to get subjected to this kind of treatment [arguably, it was
safer before the yobs moved in – Ed)].
In an age when civil union registries are being discussed to recognise
gay unions, you would think that this kind of redneck, homophobic crap
would not occur but it just goes to prove that society is still
uneducated to the fact that gay or straight, we are all humans, and we
all deserve the same respect.
Until March, Have a happy Valentine’s Day.
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When I was asked to contribute a little something to this fabulous
magazine I was a little nervous that I wouldn't know what to talk
about.
