Rory O’Neill, aka Panti or Panti Bliss presents All The Little Things at TEDxDublin. Below is the full transcript.
Listen to the MP3 Audio here: All the little things by Panti at TEDxDublin
Panti Bliss – Drag queen
Hi. Hi. I am 45 years old. I know I look amazing, thank you. And I am 45 years old and I have never once unselfconsciously held hands with a lover in public.
I am 45 years old and I have never once casually, comfortably, carelessly held hands with a partner in public.
I don’t know how many of you can even imagine what that might be like because, of course, it’s a small thing, isn’t it, holding hands with a lover in public? And it’s not that nobody wanted to, it’s just that we didn’t feel comfortable to do that.
Now, like many gay people, when I was younger, in my young life, I struggled at one time against being gay. I didn’t want to be different. I didn’t want to be this thing that I didn’t really understand. This thing that I had learned was shameful or joke-worthy. But when I eventually did sort of understand and come to accept who and what I am, I have never since that moment, never once, have I ever wished that it turned out differently. I am thoroughly, deeply, delightedly, happy to be gay. It suits me. I am really good at it.
And yet, everyday I am jealous of straight people, because that private, little, small, intimate gesture of affection has never once been mine. Everyday I see young, straight couples walking through the park and they are casually holding hands and I am jealous of them. I see a teenage couple at a bus stop and she is leaning into him, and her hand is in his, and both of their hands are tucked into his jacket pocket for warmth, and I am jealous of that teenage couple.
I will sometimes see a man who unconsciously put his hand, a protective arm, around his girlfriend and she will link her fingers through his, and I am jealous of that. Maybe you’re on Grafton Street and you see an older lady and she gestures to draw her husband’s attention to something in the window, and without even thinking he just takes her hand and they stand there peering into the window discussing whatever it is that drew their attention and their hands are just carelessly joined together, and I am jealous of that.
Because gay people do not get to hold hands in public without first considering the risk. Gay people do not get to put an arm through another arm or put a hand on a boyfriend’s waist without first considering what the possible consequences might be. We look around to see: where are we, who’s around, is it late at night? What kind of area is it? Are there bored teenagers hanging around looking for amusement? Are there bunches of lads standing outside a pub?
And if we decided OK, maybe it is, it’s OK, well then we do hold hands, but the thing is that now those hands are not casual and thoughtless. They are now considered and weighed. But we stroll on hand in hand trying to be just normal and carefree just like everybody else, but actually we’re not. Because we are constantly scanning the pavement ahead, just in case.
And then even if we do see, you know, a group of blokes coming towards us, maybe we will decide sort of silently to continue holding hands, defiantly. But now our small, intimate gesture between two people in love is no longer a small, intimate gesture. It is a political act of defiance, and it has been ruined.
And anyway then you sort of think: “Well, we’ve had such a lovely afternoon poking around in that garden center looking at things for the garden we don’t actually have.” And then you think, all it will take is one spat ‘faggots’ or a split lip to turn that really lovely afternoon into a bad afternoon that you will never want to remember. And even if you are somewhere where you think: “Ah, it’s perfectly fine here. Nobody here is going to react badly to our tiny gesture.” You know, I don’t know, say you’re wandering through a posh department store. Even then people will notice.
Now, they may only notice because they’re thinking: “Isn’t nice to see two gays holding hands in public?” But they still notice, and I don’t want them to notice because then our small, intimate, private, little, human gesture has been turned into a statement, and I don’t want that to be turned into a statement. Our little private gesture, like Schrödinger’s cat, is altered simply by being observed.