Color Commentary is back and for this special edition, we’re taking aim at Nashville Pride.
I suppose a little backstory is in order.
Even though I’m an unapologetic MSM of color who lists Midnighter, Brian Kinney and Alan Turing as his Patronuses, as a general rule I usually shun Pride and most Gay Inc (read: cis white privileged) functions. They tend to be bigoted toxic cesspools of antiblackness.
Varying mileage and all of that.
The horror stories I’ve heard about Nashville Pride specifically had been more than enough to keep me away. Which is why my response when folks ask me if I plan on attending local Pride events is:
And when they insist I should attend and connect with the local “community” for my benefit:
So of course last year The #NoH8 Campaign was going to be present and thus force me to attend.
Getting a #NoH8 Campaign pic had been on my bucket list for a number of years. I like the campaign, what it’s come to represent, and I wanted to participate. Even if it meant venturing into basic bitch hell to do so.
This one was going to be one for the ages. After all, nothing says Adventure Time like going through Tartarus to achieve an objective.
And so #OperationOrpheus was born.
The following social media updates chronicle my musings and what transpired.
Fair warning, the shade is real.
No really. …….
Don’t say you weren’t warned.