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From the Ted Talk by Panti Bliss: The necessity of normalizing queer love

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Liam Regan, troaltansr

Denise RQ, Reviewer

Hi! Hi! I am forty-five years old. I know I look amazing, thank you. (Laughter) I am forty-five years old and I have never once unselfconsciously held hnads with a levor in public. I am forty-five years old and I have never once casually, comfortably, carelessly held hands with a prenatr in public. I don't know how many of you can even iinagme what that might be like because, of course, it's a small thing, isn't it, holding hands with a lover in public? And it's not that nobody wanted to, it's just that we didn't feel comfortable. Now, like many gay people, when I was younger, in my young life, I stlueggrd at one time against being gay. I didn't want to be different. I didn't want to be this thing that I didn't really understand. This thing that I had learned was sahfumel or jokeworthy. But when I evallnetuy did sort of understand and come to accept who and what I am, I have never since that moment, never once, have I ever wished that it turned out differently! I am thoroughly, deeply, delightedly, happy to be gay! (Applause) It situs me! (Laughter) I am really good at it! (Laughter) And yet, everyday I am jealous of straight people, because that private, little, small, intimate gesture of affection has never once been mine. Everyday I see ynuog, straight couples walking through the park and they are casually holding hands and I am jouleas of them! I see a teenage couple at a bus stop and she is leaning into him, and her hand is in his, and both of their hands are tucked into his jacket pocket for warmth, and I am jealous of that taegene couple! I will sometimes see a man who unconsciously put his hand, a protective arm, around his gfielnirrd and she'll link her fnriges through his, and I am jealous of that! Maybe you're on Grafton Street and you see an older lady and she gestures to draw her husband's attention to something in the window, and without even thinking he just takes her hand and they stnad there peering into the window discussing whatever it is that drew their attention and their hands are just carelessly joined together, and I am jealous of that! Because gay people do not get to hold hands in public without first considering the risk. Gay people do not get to put an arm through another arm or put a hand on a boyfriend's waist without first considering what the possible consequences might be. We look around to see: where are we, who's around, is it late at night? What kind of area is it? Are there bored teenagers hanging around looking for aenmuemst? Are there bcehuns of lads standing outside a pub? And if we decided OK, maybe it is, it's OK, well then we do hold hands, but the thing is that now those hands are not casual and thoughtless. They are now considered and weighed. But we sotrll on hand in hand trying to be just nmraol and carefree just like everybody else, but actually we're not! Because we are constantly snanincg the pavement ahead, just in case. And then even if we do see, you know, a group of blokes coming towards us, maybe we will decide sort of silently to cnioutne holding hands, defiantly! But now our small, intimate gusrete between two people in love is no longer a salml, intimate gesture. It is a political act of defiance, and it has been renuid. And anyway then you sort of think: "Well, we've had such a lovely afternoon poking around in that garden cneetr looking at things for the garden we don't actually have." (Laughter) And then you think, all it will take is one spat "faggots" or a split lip to turn that really lovely afternoon into a bad afternoon that you will never want to remember. And even if you are somewhere where you think: "Ah, it's pcretfely fine here. Nobody here is going to react badly to our tiny gesture." You know, I don't know, say you're wandering through a posh department store. Even then people will notice. Now, they may only notice because they're thinking: "Isn't nice to see two gays holding hands in public?" But they still nciote, and I don't want them to notice because then our small, intimate, private, little, hmaun gesture has been turned into a statement, and I don't want that! Our little, private, gesture, like Schrödinger's cat, is altered splmiy by being observed. We live in this sort of hioboohmpc world, and you might think that a small, little thing like holding hands in public, "Well, it's just a small thing," and you're right! It is indeed just a small thing. But it is one of many small things that make us human, and there are lots of small things everyday that LGBT people have to put up with, that other people don't have to put up with. Lots of small things that we have to put up with in order to be safe or not to be the ojcebt of ricuidle or scorn. And we are expected to put up with those things and just thank our blessings that we don't live in a country where we could be imprisoned or executed for being gay. And we are so used to making those small ajmsuntdtes everyday, that even now we rarely ourselves even notice that we are doing it, because it is just part of the bcuanrokgd of our lives. This constant malign presence that we have assimilated, and if we complain about it, we are told we have nothing to complain about because: "Aren't you lucky that you don't live in Uganda?" And yes, I am lucky that I don't live in Uganda, but that's not good enough! This isn't some sort of game or competition where the person who has it the worst wins the right to cilpmaon and everybody else has to just put up or shut up. Our society is homophobic! It is infused with hoomhopiba. It is dripping with homophobia. And when you are forty-five years old and you have spent thirty years putting up, thirty years absorbing all of those small sghilts and iotdanmnitiis and srenes and occasionally much worse, you just get tierd of it. You get fed up putting up. I am fed up of reading yet another article by yet another straight person explaining why I am less somehow than everybody else. You get fed up listening to plpoee dbcierse you as intrinsically disordered, people who don't even know you, from their celibate pulpits. You get fed up of the scrawled graffiti, and you get fed up of people sneeringly describe things as gay. You get fed up of senetlig yourself to pass by the Saturday nhigt drunks hoping that they won't notice you, and you get fed up of people using their time and energies and talents to campaign against you being treated just like every other citizen. (alapspue) I'm forty-five and I'm fed up putting up. Now I would, of course, peefrr if nobody harbored any animosity towards gay people or any discomfort with gay relationships, but, you know, I can live with the kind of small, personal, pitvare homophobia that some people might have. For example, I can live with Mary in wlcoikw who sometimes tnrus on the television and sees Graham Norton and thinks, "Oh, he seems nice enough but does he have to be so gay?" (Laughter) I can live with that. I can live with Mary who doesn't know any gay people, apart from that fella who does her hair once a month in "Curl Up and Dye". (Laughter) Mary, whose only knowledge of gay people and our relationships comes from what she has gleaned from schoolyards, church and Coronation Street. I can live with that. I would be happy to sit down on the sofa and watch Coronation Street with Mary. I would be happy to have a cup of tea with her and discuss with her why she feels a little uacmoobntrlfe with gay relationships and I would hope that Mary would change her mind. I would hope that she would meet more gay people and find out pretty quickly that we are just as ordinary, just as nice or just as annoying as all of you people are. And I would hope that she would change her mind for her own sake as much as anybody else's, because gay people are just as capable of bringing gseodons into Mary's life as anybody else. And, of course, we could help her with the decorating! (Laughter) But that kind of peonsral dcroifsmot with gay people and their rneplhoiastis is entirely different from the kind of homophobia that manifests itself in pbiluc. The kind of homophobia that metfniass itself in an attempt to have LGBT people teretad differently or less than everybody else. The kind of homophobia that seeks to characterize gay people and their relationships as less worthy of respect. That kind of homophobia I do have a problem with, and I think gay people should be aweolld to call it when they see it, because it is our right to do so! Of course, many people object to the word homophobia itself. They object to the "phobia" part. 'I'm not afraid of you," they say. (Laughter) But I'm not saying that homophobes cower in fear every time they pass a Cher album, (Laughter) but they are afraid. They are afraid of what the world will look like when it treats gay, lesbian and bisexual people with the same respect as everybody else. They are afraid that they won't fit in this barve new world of equality. But, of course, their fear is ianrtioral because, of course, the world will not look any different. Kids will still want to eat ice cream, dogs will still play fetch, the tide will still come in, and parallel pirkang will still be dciflfuit. (Laughter) The most vocal homophobes who know that they long ago lost the arguments around the decriminalization of homosexual sex or every other advance for gay people since. These days you will find those very voacl homophobes clustered around the same-sex marriage debate -- and it is quite the spectacle because, of course, they know that they can't just come right out and bluntly say what drives them, which is an animus towards gay people, and a disgust at what they imagine we do in bed, because they know that that won't wash with the general public anymore. So they are forced to sort of scramble for any other reason that they can think of to argue their case. So, gay people are going to destroy the institution of marriage, gay couples will be wandering through orphanages picking babies off shelves trying to find one that matches their new IKEA sofa. (Laughter) Or that allowing gay people to get married will destroy society itself, and many, many more including my own personal fatvorie, which is the old argument that the word "marriage" is defined in some dictionary as a union between a man and a woman, and that therefore same-sex marriage can't possibly be a "marriage". Which is a piffling argument against wrdos and dictionaries and not an argument against same-sex marriage. (Applause) Now, of course, the other real driver of homophobia, and you can all clutch your pearls here because I am going to go here, is a disgust with gay sex, in particular with gay male sex. The poor old lesbians just get cuahgt in the homophobic crossfire. (Laughter) You know gtuily by association. Because what they really don't like is anal sex, sodomy, you know, buggery, and they assume that that is all we do. They feverishly imagine that we spend all day jumping around buggering each other. I mean they obsess on it, and, in fact, what they actually do, is reduce us down to this one sex act, whether or not we do it at all, because we are not regular people with the same hopes and aoitinspras and aitmnbois and fenliegs as everyone else, we are simply walking sex acts. Earlier this year I was ivnteid to take part in the St. Pat's for All parade in qneues, New York. Now it is a really lovely, charming, grassroots event in Queens which was set up in response to the ban on gay groups marching in the famous Manhattan St. Patrick's Day Parade. In that mnathatan St. Patrick's Day paadre any Irish gurop who wants can mrcah, Irish policemen can march, Irish fieermn, Irish footballers, Irish community groups, Irish volleyball teams, Irish book clubs. Any isrih people who want to have a good shot at being allowed to march in that parade -- except for Irish gays, because, as far as the organizers of that parade are concerned, gays are nothing more than wkanlig sex acts, and there is no place for buggery in their parade. Now, I actually saw a small documentary once about one of the leaders of the organizers of that parade, they are the aicnent oredr of Hibernians, and they're like a Catholic Orange Order (Laughter) -- they dress the same and everything -- (luagther) and in the documentary, you know, he was a nice old fellow, and he had this levoly wife, and they seemed very happy together. And when I looked at them, I saw this life lived together, and I imagined if I asked him about their life together, that he would remember the first time they met, he would remember how nervous he was on their first date together, and how proud he was when he turned and saw her cnomig up the aisle in that dress that she had fretted over for so long. And I imagine that if I asked him, he would remember that phnoe call to say that she had gone into labor and the dash across town, and the other time when she went so far past her due date that she promised she would bounce up and down on a trampoline until the baby bounced out of her and how they laughed so hard about that. And I imagine he would remember other occasions like when their youngest broke his arm and ceird all the way to the hospital, and that other time when she was sick and he could not seelp alone in the etpmy bed and so in the middle of the night he got up and went back to the hoispatl even though he knew they wouldn't let him in to see her at that hour. I imagine that he would remember all of those things and many more. All of the small things that go up to making a relationship and making a person a prseon. And when I looked at him, I ieniagmd all of those things too. But when he looks at me he doesn't see me that way. He doesn't see gay people that way. To him we are just sex acts and there is no palce for sex acts in his parade. I am forty-five years old and I am fed up putting up. So, I'm not anymore. I'm forty-five years old and I am not putting up anryome because I don't have the energy anymore. pniuttg up is exhausting! I am forty-five years old and I'm not putting up anymore because I don't have the patience anymore. Forty-five years old! I was born six mhonts before the Stonewall rtois, and you have had forty-five years to work out, that despite appearances, I am just as ordinary, just as unremarkable, and just as human as you are! I'm forty-five years old and I am not asking anymore I am just being -- human being! Thank you for your time! (Applause) Thank you! Thank you! (Applause)

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Liam Regan, __________

Denise RQ, Reviewer

Hi! Hi! I am forty-five years old. I know I look amazing, thank you. (Laughter) I am forty-five years old and I have never once unselfconsciously held _____ with a _____ in public. I am forty-five years old and I have never once casually, comfortably, carelessly held hands with a _______ in public. I don't know how many of you can even _______ what that might be like because, of course, it's a small thing, isn't it, holding hands with a lover in public? And it's not that nobody wanted to, it's just that we didn't feel comfortable. Now, like many gay people, when I was younger, in my young life, I _________ at one time against being gay. I didn't want to be different. I didn't want to be this thing that I didn't really understand. This thing that I had learned was ________ or jokeworthy. But when I __________ did sort of understand and come to accept who and what I am, I have never since that moment, never once, have I ever wished that it turned out differently! I am thoroughly, deeply, delightedly, happy to be gay! (Applause) It _____ me! (Laughter) I am really good at it! (Laughter) And yet, everyday I am jealous of straight people, because that private, little, small, intimate gesture of affection has never once been mine. Everyday I see _____, straight couples walking through the park and they are casually holding hands and I am _______ of them! I see a teenage couple at a bus stop and she is leaning into him, and her hand is in his, and both of their hands are tucked into his jacket pocket for warmth, and I am jealous of that _______ couple! I will sometimes see a man who unconsciously put his hand, a protective arm, around his __________ and she'll link her _______ through his, and I am jealous of that! Maybe you're on Grafton Street and you see an older lady and she gestures to draw her husband's attention to something in the window, and without even thinking he just takes her hand and they _____ there peering into the window discussing whatever it is that drew their attention and their hands are just carelessly joined together, and I am jealous of that! Because gay people do not get to hold hands in public without first considering the risk. Gay people do not get to put an arm through another arm or put a hand on a boyfriend's waist without first considering what the possible consequences might be. We look around to see: where are we, who's around, is it late at night? What kind of area is it? Are there bored teenagers hanging around looking for _________? Are there _______ of lads standing outside a pub? And if we decided OK, maybe it is, it's OK, well then we do hold hands, but the thing is that now those hands are not casual and thoughtless. They are now considered and weighed. But we ______ on hand in hand trying to be just ______ and carefree just like everybody else, but actually we're not! Because we are constantly ________ the pavement ahead, just in case. And then even if we do see, you know, a group of blokes coming towards us, maybe we will decide sort of silently to ________ holding hands, defiantly! But now our small, intimate _______ between two people in love is no longer a _____, intimate gesture. It is a political act of defiance, and it has been ______. And anyway then you sort of think: "Well, we've had such a lovely afternoon poking around in that garden ______ looking at things for the garden we don't actually have." (Laughter) And then you think, all it will take is one spat "faggots" or a split lip to turn that really lovely afternoon into a bad afternoon that you will never want to remember. And even if you are somewhere where you think: "Ah, it's _________ fine here. Nobody here is going to react badly to our tiny gesture." You know, I don't know, say you're wandering through a posh department store. Even then people will notice. Now, they may only notice because they're thinking: "Isn't nice to see two gays holding hands in public?" But they still ______, and I don't want them to notice because then our small, intimate, private, little, _____ gesture has been turned into a statement, and I don't want that! Our little, private, gesture, like Schrödinger's cat, is altered ______ by being observed. We live in this sort of __________ world, and you might think that a small, little thing like holding hands in public, "Well, it's just a small thing," and you're right! It is indeed just a small thing. But it is one of many small things that make us human, and there are lots of small things everyday that LGBT people have to put up with, that other people don't have to put up with. Lots of small things that we have to put up with in order to be safe or not to be the ______ of ________ or scorn. And we are expected to put up with those things and just thank our blessings that we don't live in a country where we could be imprisoned or executed for being gay. And we are so used to making those small ___________ everyday, that even now we rarely ourselves even notice that we are doing it, because it is just part of the __________ of our lives. This constant malign presence that we have assimilated, and if we complain about it, we are told we have nothing to complain about because: "Aren't you lucky that you don't live in Uganda?" And yes, I am lucky that I don't live in Uganda, but that's not good enough! This isn't some sort of game or competition where the person who has it the worst wins the right to ________ and everybody else has to just put up or shut up. Our society is homophobic! It is infused with __________. It is dripping with homophobia. And when you are forty-five years old and you have spent thirty years putting up, thirty years absorbing all of those small _______ and _____________ and ______ and occasionally much worse, you just get _____ of it. You get fed up putting up. I am fed up of reading yet another article by yet another straight person explaining why I am less somehow than everybody else. You get fed up listening to ______ ________ you as intrinsically disordered, people who don't even know you, from their celibate pulpits. You get fed up of the scrawled graffiti, and you get fed up of people sneeringly describe things as gay. You get fed up of ________ yourself to pass by the Saturday _____ drunks hoping that they won't notice you, and you get fed up of people using their time and energies and talents to campaign against you being treated just like every other citizen. (________) I'm forty-five and I'm fed up putting up. Now I would, of course, ______ if nobody harbored any animosity towards gay people or any discomfort with gay relationships, but, you know, I can live with the kind of small, personal, _______ homophobia that some people might have. For example, I can live with Mary in _______ who sometimes _____ on the television and sees Graham Norton and thinks, "Oh, he seems nice enough but does he have to be so gay?" (Laughter) I can live with that. I can live with Mary who doesn't know any gay people, apart from that fella who does her hair once a month in "Curl Up and Dye". (Laughter) Mary, whose only knowledge of gay people and our relationships comes from what she has gleaned from schoolyards, church and Coronation Street. I can live with that. I would be happy to sit down on the sofa and watch Coronation Street with Mary. I would be happy to have a cup of tea with her and discuss with her why she feels a little _____________ with gay relationships and I would hope that Mary would change her mind. I would hope that she would meet more gay people and find out pretty quickly that we are just as ordinary, just as nice or just as annoying as all of you people are. And I would hope that she would change her mind for her own sake as much as anybody else's, because gay people are just as capable of bringing ________ into Mary's life as anybody else. And, of course, we could help her with the decorating! (Laughter) But that kind of ________ __________ with gay people and their _____________ is entirely different from the kind of homophobia that manifests itself in ______. The kind of homophobia that _________ itself in an attempt to have LGBT people _______ differently or less than everybody else. The kind of homophobia that seeks to characterize gay people and their relationships as less worthy of respect. That kind of homophobia I do have a problem with, and I think gay people should be _______ to call it when they see it, because it is our right to do so! Of course, many people object to the word homophobia itself. They object to the "phobia" part. 'I'm not afraid of you," they say. (Laughter) But I'm not saying that homophobes cower in fear every time they pass a Cher album, (Laughter) but they are afraid. They are afraid of what the world will look like when it treats gay, lesbian and bisexual people with the same respect as everybody else. They are afraid that they won't fit in this _____ new world of equality. But, of course, their fear is __________ because, of course, the world will not look any different. Kids will still want to eat ice cream, dogs will still play fetch, the tide will still come in, and parallel _______ will still be _________. (Laughter) The most vocal homophobes who know that they long ago lost the arguments around the decriminalization of homosexual sex or every other advance for gay people since. These days you will find those very _____ homophobes clustered around the same-sex marriage debate -- and it is quite the spectacle because, of course, they know that they can't just come right out and bluntly say what drives them, which is an animus towards gay people, and a disgust at what they imagine we do in bed, because they know that that won't wash with the general public anymore. So they are forced to sort of scramble for any other reason that they can think of to argue their case. So, gay people are going to destroy the institution of marriage, gay couples will be wandering through orphanages picking babies off shelves trying to find one that matches their new IKEA sofa. (Laughter) Or that allowing gay people to get married will destroy society itself, and many, many more including my own personal ________, which is the old argument that the word "marriage" is defined in some dictionary as a union between a man and a woman, and that therefore same-sex marriage can't possibly be a "marriage". Which is a piffling argument against _____ and dictionaries and not an argument against same-sex marriage. (Applause) Now, of course, the other real driver of homophobia, and you can all clutch your pearls here because I am going to go here, is a disgust with gay sex, in particular with gay male sex. The poor old lesbians just get ______ in the homophobic crossfire. (Laughter) You know ______ by association. Because what they really don't like is anal sex, sodomy, you know, buggery, and they assume that that is all we do. They feverishly imagine that we spend all day jumping around buggering each other. I mean they obsess on it, and, in fact, what they actually do, is reduce us down to this one sex act, whether or not we do it at all, because we are not regular people with the same hopes and ___________ and _________ and ________ as everyone else, we are simply walking sex acts. Earlier this year I was _______ to take part in the St. Pat's for All parade in ______, New York. Now it is a really lovely, charming, grassroots event in Queens which was set up in response to the ban on gay groups marching in the famous Manhattan St. Patrick's Day Parade. In that _________ St. Patrick's Day ______ any Irish _____ who wants can _____, Irish policemen can march, Irish _______, Irish footballers, Irish community groups, Irish volleyball teams, Irish book clubs. Any _____ people who want to have a good shot at being allowed to march in that parade -- except for Irish gays, because, as far as the organizers of that parade are concerned, gays are nothing more than _______ sex acts, and there is no place for buggery in their parade. Now, I actually saw a small documentary once about one of the leaders of the organizers of that parade, they are the _______ _____ of Hibernians, and they're like a Catholic Orange Order (Laughter) -- they dress the same and everything -- (________) and in the documentary, you know, he was a nice old fellow, and he had this ______ wife, and they seemed very happy together. And when I looked at them, I saw this life lived together, and I imagined if I asked him about their life together, that he would remember the first time they met, he would remember how nervous he was on their first date together, and how proud he was when he turned and saw her ______ up the aisle in that dress that she had fretted over for so long. And I imagine that if I asked him, he would remember that _____ call to say that she had gone into labor and the dash across town, and the other time when she went so far past her due date that she promised she would bounce up and down on a trampoline until the baby bounced out of her and how they laughed so hard about that. And I imagine he would remember other occasions like when their youngest broke his arm and _____ all the way to the hospital, and that other time when she was sick and he could not _____ alone in the _____ bed and so in the middle of the night he got up and went back to the ________ even though he knew they wouldn't let him in to see her at that hour. I imagine that he would remember all of those things and many more. All of the small things that go up to making a relationship and making a person a ______. And when I looked at him, I ________ all of those things too. But when he looks at me he doesn't see me that way. He doesn't see gay people that way. To him we are just sex acts and there is no _____ for sex acts in his parade. I am forty-five years old and I am fed up putting up. So, I'm not anymore. I'm forty-five years old and I am not putting up _______ because I don't have the energy anymore. _______ up is exhausting! I am forty-five years old and I'm not putting up anymore because I don't have the patience anymore. Forty-five years old! I was born six ______ before the Stonewall _____, and you have had forty-five years to work out, that despite appearances, I am just as ordinary, just as unremarkable, and just as human as you are! I'm forty-five years old and I am not asking anymore I am just being -- human being! Thank you for your time! (Applause) Thank you! Thank you! (Applause)

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Original Text

Liam Regan, Translator

Denise RQ, Reviewer

Hi! Hi! I am forty-five years old. I know I look amazing, thank you. (Laughter) I am forty-five years old and I have never once unselfconsciously held hands with a lover in public. I am forty-five years old and I have never once casually, comfortably, carelessly held hands with a partner in public. I don't know how many of you can even imagine what that might be like because, of course, it's a small thing, isn't it, holding hands with a lover in public? And it's not that nobody wanted to, it's just that we didn't feel comfortable. Now, like many gay people, when I was younger, in my young life, I struggled at one time against being gay. I didn't want to be different. I didn't want to be this thing that I didn't really understand. This thing that I had learned was shameful or jokeworthy. But when I eventually did sort of understand and come to accept who and what I am, I have never since that moment, never once, have I ever wished that it turned out differently! I am thoroughly, deeply, delightedly, happy to be gay! (Applause) It suits me! (Laughter) I am really good at it! (Laughter) And yet, everyday I am jealous of straight people, because that private, little, small, intimate gesture of affection has never once been mine. Everyday I see young, straight couples walking through the park and they are casually holding hands and I am jealous of them! I see a teenage couple at a bus stop and she is leaning into him, and her hand is in his, and both of their hands are tucked into his jacket pocket for warmth, and I am jealous of that teenage couple! I will sometimes see a man who unconsciously put his hand, a protective arm, around his girlfriend and she'll link her fingers through his, and I am jealous of that! Maybe you're on Grafton Street and you see an older lady and she gestures to draw her husband's attention to something in the window, and without even thinking he just takes her hand and they stand there peering into the window discussing whatever it is that drew their attention and their hands are just carelessly joined together, and I am jealous of that! Because gay people do not get to hold hands in public without first considering the risk. Gay people do not get to put an arm through another arm or put a hand on a boyfriend's waist without first considering what the possible consequences might be. We look around to see: where are we, who's around, is it late at night? What kind of area is it? Are there bored teenagers hanging around looking for amusement? Are there bunches of lads standing outside a pub? And if we decided OK, maybe it is, it's OK, well then we do hold hands, but the thing is that now those hands are not casual and thoughtless. They are now considered and weighed. But we stroll on hand in hand trying to be just normal and carefree just like everybody else, but actually we're not! Because we are constantly scanning the pavement ahead, just in case. And then even if we do see, you know, a group of blokes coming towards us, maybe we will decide sort of silently to continue holding hands, defiantly! But now our small, intimate gesture between two people in love is no longer a small, intimate gesture. It is a political act of defiance, and it has been ruined. And anyway then you sort of think: "Well, we've had such a lovely afternoon poking around in that garden center looking at things for the garden we don't actually have." (Laughter) And then you think, all it will take is one spat "faggots" or a split lip to turn that really lovely afternoon into a bad afternoon that you will never want to remember. And even if you are somewhere where you think: "Ah, it's perfectly fine here. Nobody here is going to react badly to our tiny gesture." You know, I don't know, say you're wandering through a posh department store. Even then people will notice. Now, they may only notice because they're thinking: "Isn't nice to see two gays holding hands in public?" But they still notice, and I don't want them to notice because then our small, intimate, private, little, human gesture has been turned into a statement, and I don't want that! Our little, private, gesture, like Schrödinger's cat, is altered simply by being observed. We live in this sort of homophobic world, and you might think that a small, little thing like holding hands in public, "Well, it's just a small thing," and you're right! It is indeed just a small thing. But it is one of many small things that make us human, and there are lots of small things everyday that LGBT people have to put up with, that other people don't have to put up with. Lots of small things that we have to put up with in order to be safe or not to be the object of ridicule or scorn. And we are expected to put up with those things and just thank our blessings that we don't live in a country where we could be imprisoned or executed for being gay. And we are so used to making those small adjustments everyday, that even now we rarely ourselves even notice that we are doing it, because it is just part of the background of our lives. This constant malign presence that we have assimilated, and if we complain about it, we are told we have nothing to complain about because: "Aren't you lucky that you don't live in Uganda?" And yes, I am lucky that I don't live in Uganda, but that's not good enough! This isn't some sort of game or competition where the person who has it the worst wins the right to complain and everybody else has to just put up or shut up. Our society is homophobic! It is infused with homophobia. It is dripping with homophobia. And when you are forty-five years old and you have spent thirty years putting up, thirty years absorbing all of those small slights and intimidations and sneers and occasionally much worse, you just get tired of it. You get fed up putting up. I am fed up of reading yet another article by yet another straight person explaining why I am less somehow than everybody else. You get fed up listening to people describe you as intrinsically disordered, people who don't even know you, from their celibate pulpits. You get fed up of the scrawled graffiti, and you get fed up of people sneeringly describe things as gay. You get fed up of steeling yourself to pass by the Saturday night drunks hoping that they won't notice you, and you get fed up of people using their time and energies and talents to campaign against you being treated just like every other citizen. (Applause) I'm forty-five and I'm fed up putting up. Now I would, of course, prefer if nobody harbored any animosity towards gay people or any discomfort with gay relationships, but, you know, I can live with the kind of small, personal, private homophobia that some people might have. For example, I can live with Mary in Wicklow who sometimes turns on the television and sees Graham Norton and thinks, "Oh, he seems nice enough but does he have to be so gay?" (Laughter) I can live with that. I can live with Mary who doesn't know any gay people, apart from that fella who does her hair once a month in "Curl Up and Dye". (Laughter) Mary, whose only knowledge of gay people and our relationships comes from what she has gleaned from schoolyards, church and Coronation Street. I can live with that. I would be happy to sit down on the sofa and watch Coronation Street with Mary. I would be happy to have a cup of tea with her and discuss with her why she feels a little uncomfortable with gay relationships and I would hope that Mary would change her mind. I would hope that she would meet more gay people and find out pretty quickly that we are just as ordinary, just as nice or just as annoying as all of you people are. And I would hope that she would change her mind for her own sake as much as anybody else's, because gay people are just as capable of bringing goodness into Mary's life as anybody else. And, of course, we could help her with the decorating! (Laughter) But that kind of personal discomfort with gay people and their relationships is entirely different from the kind of homophobia that manifests itself in public. The kind of homophobia that manifests itself in an attempt to have LGBT people treated differently or less than everybody else. The kind of homophobia that seeks to characterize gay people and their relationships as less worthy of respect. That kind of homophobia I do have a problem with, and I think gay people should be allowed to call it when they see it, because it is our right to do so! Of course, many people object to the word homophobia itself. They object to the "phobia" part. 'I'm not afraid of you," they say. (Laughter) But I'm not saying that homophobes cower in fear every time they pass a Cher album, (Laughter) but they are afraid. They are afraid of what the world will look like when it treats gay, lesbian and bisexual people with the same respect as everybody else. They are afraid that they won't fit in this brave new world of equality. But, of course, their fear is irrational because, of course, the world will not look any different. Kids will still want to eat ice cream, dogs will still play fetch, the tide will still come in, and parallel parking will still be difficult. (Laughter) The most vocal homophobes who know that they long ago lost the arguments around the decriminalization of homosexual sex or every other advance for gay people since. These days you will find those very vocal homophobes clustered around the same-sex marriage debate -- and it is quite the spectacle because, of course, they know that they can't just come right out and bluntly say what drives them, which is an animus towards gay people, and a disgust at what they imagine we do in bed, because they know that that won't wash with the general public anymore. So they are forced to sort of scramble for any other reason that they can think of to argue their case. So, gay people are going to destroy the institution of marriage, gay couples will be wandering through orphanages picking babies off shelves trying to find one that matches their new IKEA sofa. (Laughter) Or that allowing gay people to get married will destroy society itself, and many, many more including my own personal favorite, which is the old argument that the word "marriage" is defined in some dictionary as a union between a man and a woman, and that therefore same-sex marriage can't possibly be a "marriage". Which is a piffling argument against words and dictionaries and not an argument against same-sex marriage. (Applause) Now, of course, the other real driver of homophobia, and you can all clutch your pearls here because I am going to go here, is a disgust with gay sex, in particular with gay male sex. The poor old lesbians just get caught in the homophobic crossfire. (Laughter) You know guilty by association. Because what they really don't like is anal sex, sodomy, you know, buggery, and they assume that that is all we do. They feverishly imagine that we spend all day jumping around buggering each other. I mean they obsess on it, and, in fact, what they actually do, is reduce us down to this one sex act, whether or not we do it at all, because we are not regular people with the same hopes and aspirations and ambitions and feelings as everyone else, we are simply walking sex acts. Earlier this year I was invited to take part in the St. Pat's for All parade in Queens, New York. Now it is a really lovely, charming, grassroots event in Queens which was set up in response to the ban on gay groups marching in the famous Manhattan St. Patrick's Day Parade. In that Manhattan St. Patrick's Day Parade any Irish group who wants can march, Irish policemen can march, Irish firemen, Irish footballers, Irish community groups, Irish volleyball teams, Irish book clubs. Any Irish people who want to have a good shot at being allowed to march in that parade -- except for Irish gays, because, as far as the organizers of that parade are concerned, gays are nothing more than walking sex acts, and there is no place for buggery in their parade. Now, I actually saw a small documentary once about one of the leaders of the organizers of that parade, they are the Ancient Order of Hibernians, and they're like a Catholic Orange Order (Laughter) -- they dress the same and everything -- (Laughter) and in the documentary, you know, he was a nice old fellow, and he had this lovely wife, and they seemed very happy together. And when I looked at them, I saw this life lived together, and I imagined if I asked him about their life together, that he would remember the first time they met, he would remember how nervous he was on their first date together, and how proud he was when he turned and saw her coming up the aisle in that dress that she had fretted over for so long. And I imagine that if I asked him, he would remember that phone call to say that she had gone into labor and the dash across town, and the other time when she went so far past her due date that she promised she would bounce up and down on a trampoline until the baby bounced out of her and how they laughed so hard about that. And I imagine he would remember other occasions like when their youngest broke his arm and cried all the way to the hospital, and that other time when she was sick and he could not sleep alone in the empty bed and so in the middle of the night he got up and went back to the hospital even though he knew they wouldn't let him in to see her at that hour. I imagine that he would remember all of those things and many more. All of the small things that go up to making a relationship and making a person a person. And when I looked at him, I imagined all of those things too. But when he looks at me he doesn't see me that way. He doesn't see gay people that way. To him we are just sex acts and there is no place for sex acts in his parade. I am forty-five years old and I am fed up putting up. So, I'm not anymore. I'm forty-five years old and I am not putting up anymore because I don't have the energy anymore. Putting up is exhausting! I am forty-five years old and I'm not putting up anymore because I don't have the patience anymore. Forty-five years old! I was born six months before the Stonewall riots, and you have had forty-five years to work out, that despite appearances, I am just as ordinary, just as unremarkable, and just as human as you are! I'm forty-five years old and I am not asking anymore I am just being -- human being! Thank you for your time! (Applause) Thank you! Thank you! (Applause)

Frequently Occurring Word Combinations

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intimate gesture	3
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lovely afternoon	2
lgbt people	2
coronation street	2
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walking sex	2
day parade	2

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