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‘Makibeki! Wag mashokot!’

It’s for every queer kid out there who is afraid—and for me, even, who still struggles every day

Published in you.com.ph

Pride is protest. The day started when the participants of the Taft Pride March were stopped by the police right in front of De La Salle University in Taft, Manila, for bringing around a Pride flag. They demanded that the flag be folded, and when asked for explanation, the police did not have one and instead cited the Anti-Terror Law. The police also said that the group needed a permit—this even when there was no active protest/program, and we were only on our way to an educational discussion.

At the beginning of our march, we had to hide our flags and fold them because of the number of police in the area. Upon gaining some distance, we were able to finally unfurl our flags and proceed with the Pride March to the Cultural Center of the Philippines (CCP) Open Grounds on Roxas Blvd.

The participants were a mix of members of the Lower House—Iris Vito Cruz, Kabataan Partylist (KPL VC) Vito Cruz, Anakbayan Vito Cruz (ABVC), Kapit Kamay Alternative Learning Avenue for the Youth (KK-ALAY)—and other Lasallians and Benildeans who were organized primarily by these organizations. As a member of one of these organizations, I’ve gotten used to the usual chants commonly heard in protests—like “Makibaka! ‘wag matakot!” or “Ang tao, ang bayan! Ngayon ay lumalaban.” (These are chants that go back to the protest movements of the ‘70s.)

You can imagine the tenderness I felt when I heard the gay versions of these chants as a lesbian activist. “Makibeki! ‘Wag mashokot!” or “LGBTng Makabayan! Lumalaban!”

As a part-time activist who frequents some protests, I’ve had some experience in chanting and walking alongside my “comrades,” and I could see how some of the participants were shy in joining the chants at first but eventually chanted along as we marched further.

The most notable chant for me would be “Ang pride! Ang pride! Ang pride ay protesta!” I noticed too that a lot of the participants found this chant to be the easiest to shout along to. I remember even my friends, who aren’t members of the organizations I mentioned, screamed their hearts out.

It’s also important to be aware of how LGBT+ people have suffered in the country. One of the chants calls for justice for Jennifer Laude, a transgender woman brutally murdered by a US Marine, Joseph Pemberton. One of the chants calls for justice for volunteer Bakwit teacher Chad Booc, a gay activist whose life was cut short as a result of red tagging. This is how we remember.

Marching as a collective with a purpose truly made Pride more meaningful and closer to its origin as a historic event that sparked riots, rather than just a celebration. It’s a celebration that’s been historically fought with blood, sweat, and tears.

Upon reaching the CCP open grounds, I realized just how big the Metro Manila Pride really is. Our Taft Pride March had 30 participants, whereas the entire Pride event had up to 30,000 participants. It was my first Pride event. I’ve been a participant and bystander in several mobs, rallies, protests, camp-outs, and other political demonstrations, but not a single one of them looked as colorful and as unique as Pride. I had the funny circumstance of having six friend groups come to Pride, and I joked with all of them that it was hard to find any of them because even my friends and I were all dressed to the nines, so nearly everyone stood out.

Myself being a butch lesbian, I was very much dressed outside of the feminine norm, and so was the crowd

There’s that stereotype that if you’re gay, you tend to go all out in fashion, expression, and non-conformity. Myself being a butch lesbian, I was very much dressed outside of the feminine norm, and so was the crowd. Nearly everyone I met dressed in an unconventional manner. I saw a drag queen dressed like a nun—a wimple as top but with an eye-grabbing thong for a bottom. She held a black bible and a pink dildo, and went around doing photo ops with strangers who knelt in front of her while she put the pink dildo in front of their mouths.

And this is all because Pride is protest. Pride is protest against the system that told us that we couldn’t be who we are. Pride is a protest against the system that would treat us unfairly just because of our identity that they couldn’t understand.

Nearing the end of my stay at Pride, my friend put his arm around me and told me he was sad. He said that his best friend, who was a trans man, would have loved it there. He told me his best friend committed suicide not too long ago, and he misses him every day, and seeing how so many people like him were happy at Pride made him miss him more.

I think the reason why Pride is a protest is precisely because it needs to be a celebration. For every queer kid out there who doesn’t think he or she deserves happiness, Pride is needed to let them know that they are not alone, and who they are deserves to be celebrated. It’s for every queer kid out there who is afraid—and for me, even, who still struggles every day with the repercussions of being that queer kid. For every queer adult who struggles to be accepted and who fights for life every single day just to exist as he or she is or they are. For every queer person who may never even come out as who he/she/they really are.

Pride is a not-so-gentle and not-so-subtle reminder that for all of us, things could and will get better and we all have each other’s militant attitude to help make a future that’s ours. Happy Pride!


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