So Pink Dot came and exited like in a flurry of frenzied excitement.
It was my first time attending too, albeit feeling half reluctant as always each year though I really managed to go this year. There were over 20,000 people packed within the tight confines of the park, and coupled with the typical mid-year weather, it was absolutely sweltering. I was silently vowing to myself *IF* I ever were to go again for next year, I would bring along at least 2 battery powered fans.
I should be feeling excited. I should be feeling proud at seeing my fellow kin decked in fabulous pink and being out there. I should be pleased to see every shape and sizes of every creed and race there, dispelling the myth that all gays are queens who dresses in airy fairy clothing that would put the Good Witch in Oz to shame. I should be bursting with pride when we got to the grand finale of shining our torches as we form the Pink Dot.
But truth be told... honestly... I felt... nothing.
Perhaps this is arrogance speaking, but being an already out gay man to my family, straight friends and colleagues including bosses, the messages Pink Dot brings never resonate much to me. I am already accepted. I am fully comfortable with being myself. I am well adjusted in terms of sexuality. All the themes of Pink Dot on acceptance, being present to society, love etc... I have already achieved all these!!!
Maybe that is why I am always half reluctant to go. It looks exciting watching the videos. It feels emotional watching it. But when I actually was there, when reality sunk in deep, I realised what I felt all along was just the cheap thrill of trying something new.
Needless to say, objectively Pink Dot is a beautiful reach to every GLBT and allies. I have heard and read of stories of personal courageous acts from people who have been encouraged by Pink Dot, and the overwhelming love that emanated from everyone is just heart-warming.
- Current Mood: accomplished
- Current Music:Taylor Swift feat Ed Sheeran - Everything Has Changed