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Lets Pillage the Village by Karim

A reminder to us all that what is preached is often kept out of practice. I'm speaking, of course, about Montréal's gay village. You'll notice I use the word "gay" rather than "queer" because there's nothing in that part of town other than personifications of the word "gay". For a community that boasts tolerance of all walks of life and accepts everything and everyone without question is absolute poppy-cock. After having read online articles about Montréal's village that all claim it to be one of the most accepting and open communities out there on this little planet of ours whizzing and twirling in space I've come to the conclusion that the writers of said articles are either stereotypically clone-esque gay men, or blithering , knuckle-dragging morons who can't seem to see past their fogged up brains. There's nothing but the opposite of what's gabbed about with regards to the village. It's a far cry from accepting of all walks of life as most of the people who frequent it are "selectively open-minded". I'm speaking of the gay male populace that parades around the village making fun of lesbians, transgender, and heterosexuals, aswell as everyone in between. They claim to be accepting without question and yet they turn away people who aren't either male and perfectly built according to the gay clone charter or french speaking. While I'm not going to touch the whole issue of language (since this province is the only place on earth where you'll find "language police" because that's how pretentious it really is) it's still one of the factors that makes the village and uninviting place. Aside from that there's no interaction between homosexual men and women. In fact they're more like mortal enemies. The lesbians are shunned by the gays and vice versa. By the by, to those of you reading this and happen to care, I'm a gay MALE. The market for anything these days if it's geared towards queer culture is tailored for gay men, and solely gay men. Why is it that they exclude everybody else? One example is Montreal's Gay Pride festival. Again, there's that word "gay". Why not "queer" and get everybody in there. There are virtually solely gay men attending this event every year since it's beginnings and if there are other members from the queer community present they're purposely overlooked. Frankly this is extremely one-sided and I'm not too thrilled. There's also the issue of the village itself. Why is it that people who live there need to continuously preach equality while they segregate themselves from the rest of the city? Again here's an example of one-sidedness. People can leave the village but only certain people can come in. It doesn't make sense. The village isn't welcoming to anyone other than gay male clones because it isn't accepting of the different kinds of people out there. Mind you, accommodating the 6.25 billion individuals out there is an impossibility but they could at least try to be less hypocritical about their asinine view towards equality and acceptance. If queer culture is going to get any where in terms of equality it needs to take a hard look at itself and do a little house work because people sure as hell aren't going to accept its members as equals if those same members can't return the sentiment.

Its kinda scary how serious things get with people who don't laugh enough. It almost seems like people take you seriously just to piss you off and misinterpret stuff cause they can make you look bad. Spin Doctors in training. Remember elementary school *phase in fuzziness and funky music* when you said you wanted to be on Amy's team for dodge ball, Veronica automatically assumes you don't like her as much and then all of a sudden there's a rumour you like Brian. So then Brian is totally weirded out (cause he's been told you've been stalking him since third grade and suddenly you're the elementary school stalker) and he pours apple juice on your head, then you cry in front of your whole class, and Amy is like "i didn't want to be on her team any way", at which point her and Veronica leave skipping together. Totally fixable with laughter.... i think. Anyway, its funny now, cause i totally told Amy that Veronica told Neil that she had cooties, and Amy was my friend till sixth, when i found out that Amy told Johnathon that i liked his sister (this is where my sexuality became ambiguous) and his sister totally tried to make out with me, and i had to tell mary (my then best friend) who blabbed to mabel who cried (no one liked her anyway, she had an accent and ate weird food). But see what i am saying, then it was like the worst thing in the world and now i am totally exposing it on my website. I think laughter can be used by all. Nothing that is said is ever meant. and Nothing that is meant is ever said.


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