I think this is the dawning of the Age of Getting Real. In all the ways.
Most definitely. I notice that the silence is deafening about Drag Queen Story Time at present.
Men might find it difficult to find women willing to engage in one night stands, and might be less keen themselves.
Brothels: closed. Exchange of bodily fluids with random strangers feels a bit eeewwwgh these days.
People are taking a step back from extravagant, flamboyant narcissists. The safe and steady is seeing a comeback. A bit of WW2 spirit seems to be in the air, even though panic over bog rolls doesn't seem to be quite the same thing.
We're starting to see everyday heroism in health care workers, carers, bog standard grocery store workers and delivery people. THAT is brave and stunning, and I think the general public knows it now. We admire them more than some special non-binary person with a very important identity he wants us to validate.
We're getting real, at last.
We are far more moved by Italians in lockdown singing Nessun Dorma from their appartment windows than a sob story about a man who can't get a boob job.
People are reaching out to older neighbours and trying to be helpful; that's what Be Kind tends to mean these days.
All in my observation, of course.
Covid 19 might be the best thing that ever happened to put a nail in the coffin of the TRA agenda. The beginning of the end to that spook, hopefully.