militant homosexuality

Go see this film.  If you can, pay your good money to see it in the cinema.  Give this film so much fucking love and support.

For queer representation. Queer friendship. Queer Activism.  For being fucking hilarious one minute and heart-breaking the next.  For the brilliant, and powerful female characters.  For not shying away from gay men who are feminine and flamboyant as hell with no apologies.  For having such a number of queer characters that they weren’t being forced to make the “one perfect gay” character to fit and reject every stereotype… for their mix of “militant homosexuals”, closeted gays, older gays, feminists, shy and extroverted, complex, in love and single.

For the message of friendship and solidarity.

I want more of all of that everywhere I look.  I came out teary-eyed but beaming, this film has genuinely hollowed me out and filled me up on so many levels, as a gay woman, as a woman from two lines of mining families, Welsh on my Mother’s side, as an activist, and as a human fucking being who wants to shout about these characters, these real life people, from the rooftops.


Gay Power!

From the December 31, 1971, issue of LIFE:

When a bill guaranteeing equal job opportunities for homosexuals stalled in New York City Council last spring, militants demonstrated at City Hall. With fists raised, they shout a football style “Gay Power” cheer at police blocking the building. 


burn this shit earth down