In the movie, one man states, “When
you’re gay, you monitor everything you do. You monitor how you look, how you
dress, how you talk, how you act, did they see me, what do they think of me.” I
found myself shaking my head in agreement while the words were coming out of
his mouth. Now, I know that I am not an African American, gay man, and I cannot
understand the extreme difficulties that group of individuals face on a daily
basis, but that statement still struck a cord in me because it completely
describes how I feel as I navigate through life, while simultaneously being
gay. In a society that presumes you are straight until you “come out”, I
personally feel more pressure to hide that part of myself from the rest of the
world. Therefore, when I am around people who do not know that I am gay or when
I am in public in general, I find myself constantly monitoring everything I do
and wondering if they know, and if they know, what do they think of me. As a
result, I hold parts of myself back in fear that the truth will somehow come
out and a negative consequence will occur. I am very fortunate, as I have never
experienced an extremely violent situation associated with coming out; however,
I have experienced situations in which I have been verbally degraded by people
who were once close to me and even strangers. I have also experienced many
times in which people did not know I was gay, and they proceeded to speak
hatefully about the gay community right in front of me. It is for these very
reasons, that I feel the need to monitor myself, even in a society that has
become increasingly more accepting. I am not ashamed of who I am in anyway, and
I am not afraid of people knowing that I am gay. In fact, once people know, and
I know that they do not care, that anxiety completely disappears. Still, I
monitor myself to ensure my own safety because the truth is that I never know
how someone is going to react, and in order to live comfortably in society by
not facing prejudice on a daily basis, you have to blend in with what is considered
to be acceptable.
This is exactly the idea behind
“realness”. It is essentially a strategy of survival. As the movie mentioned,
those “Femme Realness” queens, who participate in the ball and carry on as
women in their real lives, are those who are able to pass or are “able to
emerge from a ball and into the subway and arrive home without being bloodied
in the process.” On the other hand, you have gay men who, by emulating
masculine realness, protect themselves from possible violence by hiding their potential
effeminate selves. It is sad, but the realities of not being able to “pass” in
society include violence, and even death, especially if you are of color. I could not even begin to list the number of
transgender and gay individuals who have been killed, just for being who they
are. These murders are still happening in today’s society (five already this
year), along with many other forms of discrimination. Hence, why these balls
were so important. They provided the opportunity for these men and women to “be
anything you want”, and they did not have to worry about the repercussions of
such behaviors while at these balls. It gave them the chance to take that chip
on their shoulder off for at least one night. The balls ultimately provided a
safe place, and a place where young boys and girls could find “houses” or
families after their own families rejected them or find people they could look
up to and talk to about the issues they were going through that people who were
“not like them” would not understand. The most important thing that the balls did
was that they sent the message that being who you are is ok; when society was
saying that it was not. For me, that’s
the most beautiful thing.
I am a straight white person, but the monitoring thing I also felt was still extremely relevant today. My best friend just recently moved out of the country so he could be with his male fiancé. His entire life his super religious family never knew he was gay, or if they did, they ignored it and talked about how homosexuals were sinners and such. He didn't come out to them until he had the plane ticket out of the country, and still now, his mother is the only one who will maybe talk to him on occasion. I know him running away from home is not a ball, but American society is still not particularly accepting of people who are not straight white people. Tom had to get out, and while I was ridiculously upset to see him leave, I understood why, which just made me sick to my stomach. I hate the idea that realness or basically hiding within white culture is needed for someone from the LGBT to survive. We are supposed to be so progressive now-a-days, and there are laws protect racial and sexuality differences, but the hateful ideas just seem to linger, which is completely backwards.
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