Rage, Rage Against the Dying of the Light!

But not just rage. I want you to dance with me.

With apologies to Dylan Thomas, as I read about yet another one of Trump’s cruel orders, I’m angry. I’m angry at those who voted for cruelty, I’m angry at those empowering the cruelty, and I’m angry at those who will be “just following orders” to implement the cruelty.

But that’s not what I want to write about. I want to write about dancing. And I’m writing to the trans community. Cis folks, if you live in the USA, go scream, channeling the rage of the trans folks you know, at your senators and tell them to fucking do something. Go donate to a trans person’s GoFundMe. And maybe don’t help Trump hurt us. But, trans folk, I want you to dance with me.

A foggy indoor scene with several women visible, with fists raised into the air.
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What is wrong with a few symbols of queer oppression at SF Pride?

This year [2022], at San Francisco Pride, organizers decided that cops can march in the parade, but not in uniform. That has, unsurprisingly, angered some, who point out that gay cops should be able to celebrate pride, accusations of non-inclusivity towards the Pride organizers, and condemnation by politicians who are scared of losing the vote of the people who displaced the queer community.

A crowd of people on a street, none clearly visible, with three rainbow flags in the foreground.
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I’ll start by noting I’m not from SF, and so my opinion is of obvious limited value here. That said, I do know a bit about queer history, and I’m going to use the example of this Pride event to give my take on an issue that, sadly, we must revisit every damn year.

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