May 17th: International Day Against Homophobia, Transphobia and Biphobia

Today is the international day against homophobia, transphobia and biphobia. An international day of solidarity with LGBT+ people around the world.

It is an important day because we are so bloody far away from where we should be in terms of safety, equity, visibility and representation for the L, the G, the B, the T and the plus plus pluses.

To put just how far away in context, I am a white cis gay man with enormous privilege. I live in London, one of the most liberal cities in the UK, one of the most liberal countries in the world. But I am not safe to walk down most streets in London holding hands with my husband. We are conscious of not looking too intimate in public spaces or on public transport. When I leave our local - or any other - gay bar I am hyper vigilant.

Every day I see a scar on my chest, an ugly reminder of being attacked leaving a gay bar because of who I am (or who they thought I was). Yes, that attack took place about 20 years ago but we must be under no illusion that things have changed anywhere near enough. We hear firsthand and read too many stories to believe otherwise. And the statistics bear it out. Hate crime in the UK is rising. LGBT+ people of colour and trans people are disproportionately discriminated against and hurt.

Around the world LGBT+ people face prejudice and discrimination; they are silenced and erased; they are beaten, tortured and hurt. Over a third of the world still criminalises LGBT+ people. In some countries they face the death penalty.

We all have the right to live and love freely.

That is why silence is not an option, and why I am standing in solidarity with all LGBT+ people today on the International Day Against Homophobia, Transphobia and Biphobia.





 





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