I can’t stand the LGBT (+Q) abbreviation. Even more so because I am supposed to belong to it, be a part of it. When the reality is, those letters are just that — letters. Somebody put them together to push their own agenda. Not mine!
I don’t even like to be called lesbian. I never quite understood why. Possibly, because I don’t want to be labeled and be considered a victim. And because once you are called it, suddenly it’s everybody’s business who your sexual partners are and what you do in bed. And it’s a pretext for men to say I just didn’t find the right man yet (them).
I wish I could shake the LGBT label off of me. For good. But I figure because Meg and I happen to be two women, it will stick to us for the rest of our earthly days. They called me LGBTQ in the latest publication in Russia and my parents are called homophobic (another obscure term). My parents have no phobia of any kind. They aren’t afraid of me. They hate me for who I am. Hate and irrational fear are two totally different human emotions.
On the other hand, Meg and I ponder. So, what does it mean, that in the West they covered our story nearly exclusively in LGBT publications? That our story is of interest only to LGBT audience, whatever that is? And we should stick to the label, flaunt it? Well, we can’t. Because the label isn’t us. We are Elena and Meg, two women running around the world to be together.
For saying just this much, I would be de-friended and banned if I was anywhere on Social media other then on Telegram. Or canceled if I was a successful public figure. Often I am genuinely glad that Meg and I are castaways and have no part in the madness that modern public space has become. I don’t know what I would do there. If they force you to have your mouth shut what’s the point of participating in it?
What they don’t realize, or don’t care about, is that calling someone “LGBT” hurts, it makes you feel like you are a freak. Like you have no power over your life. I think it is deliberately done, so that it is clear to everybody, that we have a problem that needs solving. And we need all those useless psychopathic people in power to solve it for us.
We need them to liberate us! To save us, to give us rights. How patronizing!
I believe that to live your life your way you don’t even need to do much. What it takes is courage and determination to let your heart guide you, no matter the noise around.
The abbreviation LGBT has nothing to do with me and I don’t acknowledge it. Anybody who calls me so, does it against my will.