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One only need to cursorily glance at the comments on Out Magazine’s Facebook page on a story on a movement of minority men wanting to add the brown and black stripes to the pride flag to see just how racist gay white men still are. So much so that they’re like said Hell’s Kitchen gay above, who didn’t even realize “yasss kweeen” and “reading” someone came from black culture not white gay culture. These are the men who appropriate culture in their every day speech. These are the men who are fiercely vocal about equal rights, wave the rainbow flag in solidarity, march their proud gay selves on Pride, yet disregard their minority brethren who are also LGBTQ+. These are the same gay white men who fight for gay rights but only for other gay white men. He’s part of the growing white gay tribe that seems to erase the identities of others in the LGBTQ+ community that do not look like them. We both sat there, not even bothered by this man because this was just another day and he was just another problematic white gay, so blinded by his privilege that he rarely has to acknowledge that People of Color and their many contributions to culture, even exist. “But where do those terms come from? It’s African American vernacular that derives from black women,” interjected my friend, an Ethiopian American goddess who gives zero f***s when it comes to talking about race, culture and issues within the minority communities. “The drag queens are the ones who explain throwing shade and reading someone. “It’s from Paris is Burning, you know, the documentary about the original drag queens,” he whitesplained. SEE ALSO: It’s time we start telling Asian American gay stories Like, please, white man, I beseech you to enlighten me. I allowed this man to continue whitesplaining to me, an Asian American, and my African American best friend sitting next to him, on the off chance that maybe, just maybe, we’d actually learn something. But the same who says they’re not racist because they once “dated an Indian.” He was a white gay man, a flamboyant personal trainer who lived in New York City’s Hell’s Kitchen, the same kind who has a liking to utilizing the phrase “YASSSS KWEEN” with every other sentence the same who is content only having white best friends to take shirtless selfies with on Fire Island the same who says he exclusively dates blonde hair and blue-eyed men. So was a real conversation I had with a seemingly real person sitting across the table from me. “Do I really need to explain to you the difference between throwing shade and reading someone? Girl, do I need to teach you gay history?”