Steven LaChance Blog

There is a difference between living straight and living queer. That difference follows us everywhere even when no one speaks of it. Straight people rarely notice because the world already belongs to them. They see themselves reflected on every screen, in every commercial, on every billboard, in every book. Their stories are told without question. Their love is treated as natural fact when in truth it is not the only reality. That is privilege. The quiet comfort of never needing to wonder if your existence is allowed.

And then queer love steps into the light. Two men hold hands. Two women kiss. A proposal unfolds in public. That is the moment when they decide it has become a problem. That is the moment they make what they consider a scene.

“Why do they have to put a same-sex couple in the movie?”
“Why are those two guys holding hands?”
“Did she just kiss the other?”
“Oh no, he is getting down on one knee. Why must they always make a scene?”

They call it a scene because theirs is the only story they were taught to see. They call it disruption because they believe the stage belongs only to them.

Yet the truth is simple. Straight people make a scene every day. Their love floods culture to the point of invisibility. They kiss in airports. They hold each other in restaurants. They beam engagements across social media. They dominate movies, magazines, commercials, stadium kiss cams. Their affection is endless and everywhere. No one calls it political. No one calls it an agenda. No one says it is too much. It simply exists.

For us, nothing is simple. Every gesture carries weight. A hand held in public is courage. A proposal in a crowded room is not spectacle, it is survival. We are not making a scene. We are saying we will not disappear. Our love is just as valid as yours.

If that feels disruptive, it is because the illusion of ownership has been broken. The illusion that only one kind of love is real is shattered the moment we step into the light.

So when they ask why it must be shown, the answer is this. Because for too long we were hidden. Because silence may have kept us alive but it also kept us erased. Because our love deserves to be ordinary. And until it is treated as ordinary, every touch and every kiss will not only carry the weight of defiance but the fire of truth. We will not disappear. We will not shrink back into silence. We will not be erased. We are here. We are equal. And we are not going anywhere.