There’s an ugly truth floating around in the gay world: the gay experience in America is marked by a pervasive racial division, and though the lines aren’t impermeable, their existence is something we must continually confront and challenge. Just like the flag we use to symbolize our pride and liberation, our community is marked not by smooth intermingling of different racial groups as much as it is by sharp dividing lines, especially between races.
I don’t mean to paint a picture of the gay community as hopelessly racially balkanized; indeed were you to step into a gay bar or go to a gay community event you would likely see plenty of people of all colors, shapes, and sizes mingling and interacting. But, underneath the surface, obscured by a cloak of uncomfortable silence lie these divisions, and it is time we began to explore them openly.
