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Daya Curley's avatar

Oh gosh, so many feels....

That thing in Chicago was an excessively big (and destructive) deal in my life. I was in high school in suburban Detroit, so Chicago was the nearest other big city. I was a scared, effeminate kid who had been bullied all through elementary and jr high school. I identified as gay (because I didn't have the luxury of hiding my effeminacy) but was still hiding my transness. Disco made me deliriously happy. It was magic I could count on in a scary world. I attended teen dances, created a private dance club in my parent’s basement, and roped in as many others as I could. For the first time, I felt like I had "a thing".

When the Disco Sucks movement started getting louder the haters became more and more vicious. I was already keeping so much in the closet. Disco was another thing of which I was supposed to be deeply ashamed. That event in Chicago was proof that disco was yet one more thing about me that made me "other", an outcast. It was hard enough liking disco in the Metro Detroit area. It was seen as an embarrassment among most of my idiotic peers. And the Chicago thing was all the proof they needed.

Watching it play out again in the Bee Gees doc was uncomfortable. But feeling fully realized at 57 years old seems like good revenge for the meek person I was back then.

It's nice that history remembers THOSE people as the assholes!

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Tristate NYNJPA Girl's avatar

I loved the disco era - although I did quite a few stupid things during my clubbing days. I was a teenager growing up in middle-class suburbia when Saturday Night Fever came out and the only Black girl in my highschool. Being young and naive I thought it was so cool that my “friends” were into some of the same music I was, including a few who liked 70’s R&B.

When I reached the legal drinking age and went clubbing with my “friends”, I didn’t understand why no guys would ask me to dance. There they were dancing, with their Jersey shore tans, macho polyester clothing and permed hair to resemble afros to music born in the Black and/or LGBTQ community, sung by artists from those same communities looking at ME as if I didn’t belong.

I still can’t unsee Trump “dancing” to YMCA at that rally. Racist white persons didn’t start the theft of music from the Black community with disco. They did it with the blues, jazz and still do currently with rap and hip-hop.

White grievance, bigotry, exploitation and misappropriation will not end until the white community itself makes a concerted effort to recognize and change. Standing back and only saying/thinking how horrible racism and bigotry is does nothing.

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