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Of English, Avocados, and why you REALLY shouldn’t say ‘gay’ so often!

Of English, Avocados, and why you REALLY shouldn't say 'gay' so often! 4

My fifth grade English teacher used to say, “You say a word often enough and it will eventually lose its meaning.” My fifth grade English teacher said quite a bit, really: her firm belief was that these tiny constellation of letters ruled the world and that if we threw dictionaries at everybody’s faces and ensured that fellow souls chose their words very very carefully, we would ultimately have peace and harmony and order and yada yada yada. I didn’t buy it then, and I don’t buy it now; but that’s far from the point.

Because there is something to what she said: a tiny (or not really tiny) simmer of truth. “You say a word often enough and it will eventually lose its meaning.”

Avocado. Avocado. Avocado. Avocado.
Who eats avocados anyway? They are left abandoned in grocery stores- heaps and heaps of them staring green-eyed at empty bins of onion peels and sold out cucumbers. Yet, every “literary fiction” racy novel shall have a dreamy-eyed professor who will profess his love for avocados much before the plot (if any) is revealed. Partly because one is considered vaguely intellectual if one likes the fruit (because sure, my IQ totally depends on my taste in fruits).
Now that I think about it, nobody really says “avocado” all that often. Congratulations avocados, you have retained your identity.

Now I’m just stalling.

Love. Love. Love.
Of all the words so recklessly thrown around, “love” is perhaps the most battered. It’s a pretty enough word, sure- and its callous exhaustion has made it quite popular, even. But have we put too much burden on the tiny shoulders of these four tiny letters? Have we told the universe that it only functions because of this tiny little word- this pegged out sequence of alphabets that have all but lost their purpose? What do I really mean when I say I love someone? That they matter to me? Or was it meant as a mere “thank you”? Or was it simply supposed to be an incentive for them to buy me food? We have an entire industry running on the belief that everybody wants to celebrate the existence of four tiny letters that don’t even understand their purpose anymore. Not that I’m complaining, of course: like I said, love is a pretty word- but are we really allowed to draw lines on things we don’t understand?

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Gay.
(Or queer or faggot or pansy or dyke or whatever- the fact that the word hangs out on a string of other, equally egregious words is saddening enough, really).
We’ve been put inside boxes all our lives: tiny, air-tight cardboard boxes with off-white labels plastered all over them, so much so that our skins have started to peel when the tags come off, and we have been defined solely by the bumper stickers that adorn these boxes we’ve learnt to live in. But as all labels go- they barely define anything accurately.

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We don’t call guys “gay” because we’ve seen them romancing other men, we call them so because they have neat handwriting, because they have impeccable fashion sense, because they just happened to be born with naturally long eyelashes. These are as big indicators of one’s sexuality as avocados define one’s intelligence. We call them “gay” because we’re trying to police our way around this world, trying to define a way that things are “supposed” to be. Because we’re so terrified of the unknown that we would rather scrunch ourselves into tiny run down cardboard boxes than be a part of something bigger, something better.

“Gay”, in all technicality, is meant to indicate a sense of mirthfulness or colour- since when did that become an insult? Even so, since when is one’s sexual orientation a testament to anything else? These “gay” men are confused, sure- but only as to why it’s anyone else’s business when it comes to what they are. Besides, we are worth more than just these boxes we seem to be stuck in- we don’t belong in these boxes anyway: boxes are stuffy and confining. We belong out there- tearing the cardboard apart and making paper ducks out of them. We deserve more than ill-researched stickers- for you are not your colour, gender, your nationality or your sexual orientation, you are made of everything in between.

People hold placards during the Baltic Gay Pride parade on June 2, 2012 in Riga. The annual event is meant to promote gay rights in this ex-Soviet state, now a member of the European Union, where publicly expressed negative views of homosexuality are common. AFP PHOTO / ILMARS ZNOTINS
People hold placards during the Baltic Gay Pride parade on June 2, 2012 in Riga. The annual event is meant to promote gay rights in this ex-Soviet state, now a member of the European Union, where publicly expressed negative views of homosexuality are common. AFP PHOTO / ILMARS ZNOTINS.

When there are men dying everyday to fight for basic human rights they so clearly deserve, why is it that they take the backseat when it comes to the war against injustice? Because, to our world, “gay” is an insult- who would fight for the rights of the “stupid”? This is as good as that.

You say a word often enough and it will eventually lose its meaning.

Don’t let tiny words kill the world. That guy who cheated in a football match is not gay- he’s dishonest. Your boring math professor is not gay- he’s uninteresting. Those yellow embroidered curtains are not gay- heck, they’re curtains, curtains don’t have a sexual orientation, let them be.

Perhaps my English teacher was right- if we were to throw dictionaries at faces, if we were to teach bigger words and better insults- there wouldn’t be an entire clan of people withering away everyday because of the misuse of a simple three letter word. Acceptance can be found in the most unlikely of places- but not in cardboard boxes. So step out of them. There’s a larger sky to look into, better things to think about. The universe, really, is what you want it to be. Untainted. Unscarred.

Congratulations, America! Peel away the stickers, rest of the world!

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