Queer rage and queer trauma

This is very much written off-the-cuff, without any detailed thinking through, partly as a part of processing my feelings.

Some of today’s grumpiness is definitely related to some inchoate anger I am experiencing.

I heard yesterday that 2 friends were recently queerbashed. They’re healing up ok and they’re emotionally strong people but does anyone have any advice on how do deal with the impotent queer rage that I’m feeling?

It’s a similar emotion to the “I absolutely cannot focus on work and I want to burn the whole fucking world down” that I remember feeling after hearing about the shootings at Pulse in Miami Orlando a decade ago.

I don’t remember feeling this in the 90s when we expected it more—I just remember being scared.

And I know this is very much not about me. I wasn’t there, I have no personal trauma as a result. But I do keep playing a scene from Torch Song Trilogy in my head. I’m afraid for my friends. But for me, I’m just … angry.

I’m just so fucking angry at what the world is becoming. (If I could go back in time, it’s Murdoch I’d prevent being born.)

Surely this kind of queer rage and angst and trauma is something people know how to help us work through by now?

Anyway, celebrate Pride but remember it’s a revolutionary act for us to be ourselves. And don’t vote for queerphobes, even if they think they are left-wing. ¡No pasaran!