This post is dedicated to everyone who loves me
exactly for who I am, faults, foibles and all!
Last week I was part of an unabashed celebration of
happiness in all of its genders, forms and human brilliance, in my wonderfully, colourful
City of Glasgow. No matter what I see,
or where I am, I make comparisons with my hometown and, for me, nothing comes
close to the support and love I feel within this nurturing, supportive town.
The highlight of my day on Saturday was seeing the winner of
Pride’s got talent perform. Rosaria Mazzone was a worthy winner and the official videos
should be up on YouTube soon but the video above shows how she got there. The competition took place in
Speakeasy on John Street and the buzz was amazing! It was compered by one of
the most talented guys I know. The brilliant Martin Turnbull.
Here are before and after pictures of Bella Houston!
One of the judges was the very outrageous and
gorgeous Bella Houston. I pop in to Speakeasy quite often simply to see what this
fabulous human being is wearing. I tell
you, that creature is a genius and the comebacks had me reaching for the Tena
Ladies! There is so much to enjoy within the community that it would be a shame not to go and have, what can only be described as a Cabaret every week in this joint!
There is also a book out about the antics of Rosaria Mazzone, aka Molly Dyke, when she was a very, tricky child who never obeyed the rules because she basically couldn't understand them. She was always asking, "Why can't I do it?" "Why can’t people love who they love?" The innocence and purity of childhood is somehow corrupted by conventions, policies and society who dictate that we all live by the same directive.
In Scottish schools they support GIRFEC (Getting it right for every child) and this deals with the wellbeing of our children and young people by offering the right help at the right time, from the right people, when and how they need it. This dogma is all about the individual needs of the child so how can anyone contradict this when it come to sexuality.
We don’t all come from the
same place or have the same temperament, perception, colour, religion, sexuality
or gender. So can we all live by the
same instructions or direction? I think not...
The history of Pride and the parade come from a
more political protest born out of necessity because of events at the Stonewall
Inn in downtown Manhattan. Police would
raid the club frequently causing fear and unease in the gay community who
socialised in the area.
However, on the night of June 28th 1969
the patrons decided to fight back. There were clashes and somber protests for
the rest of the week. It sparked the beginning of what we now celebrate, and I adore, as a sparkling, colourful rainbow of joy which celebrates the entire LBGTQ
movement in all its fabulous colour. Pride
and its marvellous parade has now been integrated, as one of the most delightful
and fun days on the calendar, in many cities across the world!
This week it was Manchester’s turn and my very good
friends David, Campbell, Gay David and Michael celebrated to the very best of
their abilities. Come to think of it; they celebrate being out and out gays
when the weekend starts every Wednesday!
The same way in which Shirley Bassey sings, This is my Life I continue to feel a pang of raw emotion when
I walk the streets of Glasgow and take in the life around me. If ever you have
a lonely day and ever think, ’What good is my life?’ Do what I do and take to the streets, talk to
people and realise what you have to give and tomorrow will come and find you
happier!
Every human being
was put on earth to BE, a part of this great world and we all have the right to
be…exactly how and what we wish!
On Saturday 19th
August 2017 the sun didn’t need to come out because 5000 humans were out and
proud under the pouring rain and, no one, was going to dull their vivacity under the beautiful, bright colours of the rainbow which enfolded the Glasgow Green and everyone in it!
See you next time!
Mx
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