Okay, I’m not going to lie and say I don’t give a rat’s ass about Louis. I do. Obviously, I do. I’m invested in him and his band and his overall happiness.
This isn’t about him or that band or his happiness.
This is about continually insinuating he’s gay to harm him. Truly, who Louis is is irrelevant—at this moment I don’t care if he’s fucking Harry, Eleanor, or half the population of the fucking planet.
I care about what The Wanted thinks is the best way to hurt him.
Apparently, it’s funny to suggest that Louis is someone like me—queer—because that means he’s lesser. It’s funny to suggest that he’s closeted or confused about it, because no one ever fucking feels that way because of assholes like the wanted. It’s funny to hashtag about a suicide prevention group, because you want him to feel shitty, so of course it’s best to mock people who already feel like shit.
But, oh, #itgetsbetter doesn’t it?
My sexuality isn’t a fucking joke. It isn’t an insult. It isn’t another 5,000 singles sold because it got some shitty ass band some shitty ass publicity.
It is an inherent part of who I am. It is a part of me that is also inherent to an oppressive, queerphobic system that means hearing shitty comments like this, and, for some, it means much worse. Really, this is just a drop in the bucket compared to all the shit people like me have to deal with, in the closet or no.
So, really, I don’t care if you like The Wanted’s music but you should really reconsider liking them as a band because they are contributed to a system that is much more likely to make someone like me feel like shit than Louis Tomlinson. This is just fueling a rivalry for him, for me it’s being reminded that an inherent part of me is the most basic form of insult.