What if we could turn the Olympic opening ceremony into a massive show of woke LGBTQ drag queens and ask some provocative questions!
A recurring theme at every Pride in Budapest is how incredibly difficult it is to live as one of the letters of the LGBTQ salad even today, but how bad it was in the 2000s and especially the 90s. Let’s fact-check whether that was really the case in Hungary.
I don’t remember the 2000s well, but that’s not because he was a more decent musician. He was charming and boring, except for the bastard Gyurčanyi and the Communists. Of course, the not-so-smart far-right thugs talked enthusiastically about Pride, but they were excited because the LGBTQ brand appeared in Hungary with a flourish. Before, the parties only celebrated themselves in some secret events and film screenings, and it didn’t occur to them to demand that the boring cis-hetero majority participate as a mandatory program. Then the far-right disappeared too, or they changed and no longer wanted to solve András’s mess with dice. Or they realized that protesting on warm asphalt is exhausting and pointless. This is a clear sign of brain activity.
And of course there were calls from police urging people to “Don’t throw the bus!” – a most basic warning if we want to live in a peaceful, respectful, civil, plant-eating society, but which was later transformed by propaganda into an anti-gay state rant.
But in reality, no one was interested in the sexual orientation of others any more than they were in modern poetry. Nobody was interested except a few indignant fools and social scientists who make a living. To our surprise, when this was brought up to the most important current issues at the global level in the absence of anything else meaningful to say, this became a central issue for us. Identity politics was installed as default software in empty heads, and honest voters became worried and indignant about things that did not affect the deals of multinational corporations that are in a tight united front with the globalists who have replaced the traditional left.
LGBTQ letter salad members were doing just fine until they were accused of being oppressed.
A good example of this is that in the 1990s it was common knowledge that many famous, popular and revered musicians preferred cookies to the girls who gathered behind the stage. Who cares? Especially no one. It never occurred to us to protest or not go to, say, a Judas Priest concert because of Rob Halford, because with this crucial decision we would decide whether to support or oppose the fight for rights for people belonging to the LGBTQ community. Really, everyone in the world was devastated.
Moreover, the Capella and other very public pubs of that time were packed. Regular cis-hetero people went to these clubs because, in addition to dating, they could marvel at a cross-dressing performance without any pressure, something that was still interesting and special at the time. They loved the attention and were very grateful when someone (someone!!!) innocently asked them what was so good about the cookies.
Then, like an assault, 30 years have passed and a problem that never existed before has come to light: gay people need to be treated as straight, but at the same time they need to be celebrated for being gay (how? – Ed.). And they need to feed their dolls, or they’ll be sad. Now, let’s leave them with the crap until there’s a national consensus that LGBTQ is a subculture. And just like the country doesn’t give children to fashionistas or metal fans, it has nothing to do with Village People or George Michael fans.
Because these are issues on which heterosexuals, who were previously just innocent bystanders and not at all interested in the bedroom secrets of gays, also voiced their opinions. For some of them, it is rather overwhelming. Just as the introduction of mandatory Pride Week or Pride Month in the workplace did not bring unclouded happiness to outsiders, let’s say that as a software engineer, we have to listen to a lecture by a completely stupid and completely bloated petite woman on HRS. What is the situation for our fellow LGBTQ people? Who would care about this in the form of a scientific military gender presentation? Finally, we receive a circular from the CEO that instead of a holiday we have to spend a hot summer day at a parade on Andrassy Avenue because we have to believe in the values that the company represents: inclusivity and diversity. Otherwise, there will be no pay raise. Then the worker goes home, turns on Netflix and finds out that the conflict between the Sith and the Jedi in Star Wars is actually about how the patriarchy does not allow the lesbian witch community to use abnormal powers and the free exercise of reproductive rights.
And this really makes everyone’s temples start to throb and they’re like, gosh, this is too much, kids!
Contrary to what was said at Budapest Pride, the lives of LGBTQ letter salad members have not been better because everything was about them. They have not been better by having to deal with them all the time, because according to the law of effect and reaction, any pressure will cause resentment. This is why we have a strange situation where Marti orders her workers to parade, while Lady Dompar’s drag queen performance is relegated to the suburbs, and all it takes is a few tourists to accidentally wander into a previously popular gay bar, and every sane person runs away when the topic is brought up, because it is impossible to say anything that will meet the lobby’s expectations.
Instead of the bright, rainbow-filled 90s, where we respected each other, were curious about others, and accepted everyone, we have created a dark, gray mass in the name of progress, where everyone keeps their unspoken grievances close at home, within their own four walls. A big round of applause for the LGBTQ lobby. We were on the verge of building a better world.
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