I went to the library today. I was after some lesigay books in the effort of improving my knowledge of my own sexuality, because I'm bored, and because I really, really wanted to know if small town America has gay books.
I found one in the entire library, a review of the LGBT rights movement. It spent a lot of time explaining the "behaviors and acts of the average homosexual." Not even the gay fiction I read as a teenager was there (Boy Meets Boy by David Levithan, unbearably cheerful but kinda cute). Giving that up as a lost cause, I gloomily tromped to my car to drive home. At this point, my gloom bloomed to anger. Maybe I'm being stupid again, but I think it's a kind of travesty to have no gay books, but eleven Ann Coulter books and at least four "Rebel Pride, the South will Rise Again" books. (Dear Southerners, give it up.)
Fuck it. This is something I can try to fix, so I'll do my best. I'm waiting a few minutes and then I'm going to call the library head and ask what I need to do to get more LGBT books in circulation. I was just going to donate some, but there's the risk of them just gathering dust somewhere- they have to be approved by head of circulation. Which means I have to convince the head of circulation that gay books are, in fact, necessary.
If this doesn't work, I'm going to do some guerilla gaying of the shelves.
Maybe not so responsible, but it's the only thing that I can do right now.
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