There once was a little gay Viking. This friendly but misunderstood fellow spent all his time braiding horses’ manes and knitting colorful scarves. The village people liked him, until one day he got drunk on chocolate choo-choos at the summer festival and tried to kiss Thor, the blacksmith. Thor was really embarrassed and angry because he was more aroused than disgusted, so he locked him in a closet.
From that day on the little gay Viking, and all other little gay Vikings that came after him, had to hide their feelings or risk the consequences. But about 30 years ago a group formed to help. Samtökin 78 decided that all of the gay Vikings should be let out of the closet, and they somehow got the rest of the country (more or less) to agree.
These days the majority of Icelanders not only accept the lifestyle of their more fabulous countrymen and women, they even show up in droves every summer to celebrate their diversity with a Gay Pride parade.
So whether you’re a stromo, a judy, or a raging bear, Iceland has a special place for you - and we promise it won’t be in the closet.
Iceland’s gayest upcoming events:
17 May – Gay dance at Organ | 13-16 June – Leather Summit
Get the whole flaming story: Gayice
3 Comments
I’m not into men, but prefer women – if not, I would prefer to be a lesbian! – but I don’t run around in parades, shouting: I’m straight! I’m straight!
So I really don’t se the idea of being proud of being gay, as anything special?
Why?
Well Finn, maybe if you marched in some straight pride parades and shouted really loudly you could finally meet a woman. Good luck.
And if you change your mind about the whole lesbian thing we’ll be more than willing to get you to Iceland this summer for Gay Pride ’08.
I think is point is: why being proud of being gay while straights are not parading their pride in being straight. I tend to agree with him. I’m gay myself, but am not a lot into all the lifestyle thing. I’m proud of being gay, if friends want to go to the parade and pride, I’ll tag along to be with ‘em, but in 10 years «out of the closed» (not the Viking one, tho!), I’ve been… what… twice at the Montréal’s pride?
For our «wannabe lesbian» friend ;), the pride is the same the pride of being black: it’s the pride of not being anymore opressed and not having to hide ourself while our «encestors» did.
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