Welcome my darling demons, ghouls, wraiths, and shades! Since Houston’s main Pride event took place yesterday (unfortunately I missed the parade, so no pictures, sadly) I thought I’d make my first blog post on my new website in honor of that. Today, I’m going to talk about the word “faggot.”

I’m going to preface this now by saying that, while I am a fag-hag, I myself am not gay. So feel free to take what I have to say with a grain of salt.

Faggot is not a nice thing to call someone. In fact, it’s absolutely horrible. A faggot, before it became a derogatory term for a gay person, is defined as a bundle of sticks or branches; kindling. The generally accepted story behind why faggot is so insulting is that it stems from my favorite scapegoat for most of western society’s problems: Christianity. Long ago, when church law was synonymous with state law, heretics, witches, and homosexuals were sentenced to death by burning. In some accounts that I’ve heard, homosexuals were thrown directly on the faggots rather than being tied to a stake.

According to the oh-wise Wikipedia, this is an unsubstantiated urban legend. However, it evokes quite an emotional response, and it does make logical sense when you look at history; and not only that, it gives you a chance to turn the insult back on the insulter.

Think about it like this: Faggots are kindling, yes? They don’t just burn away, they are fuel for a larger fire, the fire in this case being a metaphor for the LGBT community. The LGBT community, with all its various problems, burns much brighter and with more colors than the assholes who called you a faggot.

Whether you burn them back or walk away with a well-deserved display of the middle finger is entirely up to you. 😈