Queering the landscape

Its points and angles creating a scene all of its own

Seemed so out of place in the shadow of mock Tudor terraces

But then strangely unapologetically making itself very at home

 

Awkward and not fitting in

Like me at that time in the 90s, in my chalet, queering and peering

Me fancying my best mate’s brother

At the end of the day it may still have been Butlins

with certain views at odds with its neo-fantastical cover

 

The strangeness I felt of male redcoats singing ballads to teen girls whilst informing my understanding back then

of what gay desire is about

This holiday camp where the camp was for straights as campy redcoats were instructed by their bosses not to come out

 

Fast forward to now, to a change in the tide

Many seaside resorts have their very own Pride

But the fear is still here, when two worlds collide

Straight lads on their stags and hens out with their bride

They call themselves allies but really they’ve lied

to tick all those boxes and get discounts applied

Slap rainbows on it to show they’re ‘on side’

Your fake allyship. Hypocrite! I simply cannot abide

Oh do me a favour, Mr Rainbow Flag Waver

This will not hurt as much as the mental strength I had to take

To not smash your blinking  lights out when you sold rainbow ice cream with a flake

You reduced me to a sandwich, who the hell you’re trying to kid?

Switching BLT with LBT just to make a few more quid

Pink-washing is not clever however clever the word pun

Stick that sandwich up inside you where there’s never ever sun