Cap Hill Pride, Seattle, 2017-06-24, Brought To You By T-Mobile; 7646
© Bill Pusztai 2017
An interesting couple of hours at Cap Hill Pride (Seattle) this year. Often recently Prides have left me feeling .. meh, why bother? but this year was different. Perhaps it's the political climate. Perhaps it's my internal weather.
I was reminded, after many years of not experiencing it, of that feeling of being an embarrassment to one's acquaintances who are concerned with looking normal/safe for the benefit of their heterosexual associates or family. That feeling of being too gay or too far out there or just too weird. Or maybe not rich, or pretty, or well-enough-connected. I spent most of my 20s and 30s there, how could I have forgotten this? And I was suddenly attuned to all the people at Pride who were walking around with that wariness about them. Gay Shame Day.
Oh yeah, that's why I make the kind of art I make. I've been going through a period of why do I even do this? and this afternoon that flipped like a switch. Suddenly my head is crowded with ideas I want to try out.
And the moment that spoke the loudest to me was the angry, loud, antiaesthetic lesbian punk band. Yup. I'm feeling that. <3 <3 <3.