Thoughts About Club Q

The bar, not the lunatic fringe group

Terry Barr

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Photo by BETZY AROSEMENA on Unsplash

Last night as I was still processing yet another mass shooting at a public venue, my wife and I spoke about fear.

“It’s all this fear of things we don’t understand,” she said.

And while I agreed with her essentially, I nevertheless wondered why it’s so fucking complicated to understand that our country was founded on the notion that people want certain freedoms, the autonomy to do what they want with their own bodies, their own lives, as long as they aren’t doing physical or psychological harm to anyone else.

Now, I know the word “harm” can be subjective. I may have harmed a few ears and minds and eyes by using the word “fucking” a few lines ago. Perhaps I should be above such words and perhaps I should observe the sense of decorum implanted in me at birth. But if you feel harmed right now, you have the choice of reading on or not, disliking my words, me, or not. Surely, though, you don’t want to erase me.

Isn’t it a privilege to be writing and reading these notes from a troubled son?

Anyway, back to Club Q.

Last night as I watched The Chris Hayes Show on MSNBC, he spoke of how violence against the LGBTQ+community, and especially against Trans people, is on the rise, stoked by right-wing media and social media. Especially toxic is the nightly commentary from one Tucker Carlson who either believes or says he does for ratings/money’s sake that trans people are recruiting/grooming children to become Trans like them. I’m not quoting exactly because I don’t watch Tucker and I don’t want to read him, and if I’m wrong about what I’ve vaguely attributed to him, then he can quit reading me, too.

But I wonder why he’s shouting so loud, and why, oh why, he’s such a drag.

Chris Hayes invited two guests onto his show last night, one from the ACLU, the other from GLAAD. The interview should have been longer because five minutes isn’t enough time to explain the strange moment we all face as unstable human beings spray automatic-weaponed bullets at other human beings because they don’t like family-friendly drag brunches, or clubs that sponsor such, or likely even that old Young Rascals’ song about people just wanting to be free.

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Terry Barr

I write about music, culture, equality, and my Alabama past in The Riff, The Memoirist, Prism and Pen, Counter Arts, and am an editor for Plethora of Pop.