~Well, I am a demisexual...
-Cool, one said casually.
'Oh, me too!' said the other friend cheerfully
--Ssssh! Don't say that out loud, said the third friend anxiously
-What word? "Demisexual"?...
Suddenly, a siren started to wail loudly. The cafe door forcefully got pushed and several masked, heavily armed people rushed in, readied their weapons, took positions with impeccable discipline, shouting, "POLICE, DO NOT MOVE!" I didn't understand what was going on but my friends were all looked quite distressed. These people were, soon I learned, the Queer Cops. One of them, presumably their group leader approached us slowly and raised a cold voice:
"Greetings, I am Grim Goldstar, Senior Officer from Rainbowtown Gatekeeper Department. We have reports of an illegal activity in this cafe establishment. You match with records as Umay the Translesbian. You have to come with us, you are the suspect for the crime of using forbidden label "demisexual"
~What, how is that a crime?
"It violates Queer Penal Code, section 69: Using labels outside of what is determined in Council of Very Serious Queer People Acknowledged Real Queer Identities Law, is forbidden."
~Why, demisexual is what I am, it's a word to...
"It's a made-up identity, you don't need a word for 'I don't make casual sex' "
~That's not what it means, actually the concept has been very helpful to understand and explore...
"STOP! PUT YOUR ARMS UP IN THE AIR AND CEASE DISCUSSING QUEER IDENTITIES AT ONCE!"
~Wh, wha, I don't get...
"WE DON'T NEED SEPARATE MODELS, WE DON'T NEED MICRO IDENTITIES, OUR TERMINOLOGY IS CLEAR SET IN STONE, IF YOU DON'T kNOW WHAT TO CALL YOURSELF WE CAN TELL FOR YOU. THERE IS NO NEED FOR COMPLEXITIES, THINGS OUTSIDE OF OFFICIAL QUEER VOCABULARY WILL MAKE US LOOK BAD TO CISHET ALLIES. WE DON'T NEED MICRO IDENTITIES, THEY DON'T MATTER, THEY ARE IRRELEVANT AND THEY ARE ALSO HARMFUL AND MUST BE SILENCED WHENEVER THEY COME OUT IN THE OPEN, BECAUSE THEY ARE IRRELEVANT AND NOONE CARES! THEY DISTRACT US FROM REAL PROBLEMS, PEOPLE LIKE YOU LOVE ADOPTING THIS SILLY LABELS BECAUSE YOU HAVEN'T EXPERIENCED REAL OPPRESSION, BUT WE CARE ABOUT REAL ISSUES, IF WE DON'T SPEND AN ABSURD AMOUNT TIME ON DEBATING, MOCKING AND SILENCING OTHER PEOPLE'S IDENTITIES, WE WOULD GET DISTRACTED FROM FOCUSING ON REAL BIG SERIOUS PROBLEMS, AS MICRO-IDENTITIES DO NOT ACTUALLY MATTER!"
~Excuse me, none of these makes sense...
"NO! THE LAW IS CLEAR, AND PERFECT! If You as a woman love other women you are gay/lesbian, if you like men you are straight, if you like both you are bisexual, as the sections 4, 5, 6, 7 of C. V. S. Q. P. Acknowledged Real Queer Identities Law clearly states! There is nothing else, nothing new needs to exist, you don't need labels to say "You don't do casual sex". NOT HAVING SEX IS NOT AN IDENTITY, NOONE IS OPPRESSED BY THIS, IT IS JUST SOMETHING YOU DON'T KNOW YET BECAUSE EITHER YOU LACK EXPERIENCE, YOU GOT TRAUMA IN YOUR EARLY LIFE OR YOU ARE JUST BAD AT RELATIONSHIPS!"
~That's not whole story? For other people, my identity might just mean I don't want to have sex with them but for myself, it explained a lot about my insecurities, teen...
"SILENCE! If you try to defy the law once more, we will have to use pacifying force on you! Squad, take her to the station!"
And so I found myself in the police station. Only thing I remember was the worried look and the protestations of my friends as I was dragged with a rumble. The station itself was a lifeless place, despite the rainbow colors surrounding the walls, the apparel and the uniforms. It felts so... artificial.
They took me to a small room, I was alone with a person who called themself Rainbowface, they looked as dull as that Grim Goldstar person though. And they went on a similar diatribe to "re-educate me" about how I am a virgin, how this is not about fun but opression, how I love pretending to be marginalized (which when I said "As a trans person?", they went silent for 10 seconds), how noone has issues with asexuality but "cishet aces" are super dangerous or whatever and bunch of contradictory positions about queerness, all of which I have listened dozens of times before. At some point I snapped and asked:
~How you, all of you can decide what is wrong and right? How can you be so convinced about a terminology that is so new? And who are you to decide all of that? who the hell is these council of stuck-up queer people? How arrogant you must be that you know all there is about gender and sexuality, two of the most socially repressed areas of human psyche? Brand yourselves with the rainbows all you want, You are just like cishets you are claiming to defend us from!
Rainbowface got visibly outraged and his diatribes turned into mere tantrums in the rest of conversation, which didn't last very long anyway.
"You are just a fuckin' stuck-up virgin, that's not an identity and no pretty flags will ever change that. Unless you denounce your views you will be forbidden from attending all lawful queer meetings and entering lawful queer spaces! And no appeals will save you, all decisions are iron-clad, just like your underwear" they said and left the room while giving the most forced laugh I have ever heard, they were clearly hiding their frustration.
I eventually got out next day, after hearing about how absurd demisexual is, how I just need a good fuck like millionth time and they really made sure to make me know that I can't definitely enter their Lawful Real Queer Spaces without changing my ways. I was trans, so they couldn't do anything real serious without getting some backslash.
Well I guess I am Officially Un-Queered now, so I won't be able to go to places I have never cared about. I can't explain how truly sad I am so I won't even bother. At least I am surrounded with great people who just accepts me for who I am. Life is just better without people being cops to each other, it turns out...
This article is written thanks to my dearest Patrons and special thanks to: Acelin, Alexandra Morgan, Laura Watson and Spencer Gill.
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