Queer, Unapologetic Libertarianism

by | Jan 23, 2017

Between the giant teddybear in the corner and all the tits bouncing around in the dark, I knew I was in the right place.

Four hundred miles and a city full of state worshipers behind me, I walked up to the registration table at the Arizona Libertarian Party’s 2017 Anti-Inaugural Ball with a huge smile on my face. Phoenix was a breath of fresh air to clear my head of all of Los Angeles’s sickening, endearing, tortuous bullshit. This party, put on by the Radical Libertarian Caucus, was a welcome reprieve from the starving-artist life I’ve been leading in relative solitude.

It’s been a while since I associated with any group in large volume, let alone my fellow libertarians. What’s more, this weekend’s was no ordinary assortment. Nowhere did I find the straight-laced conservatarians I once came to regard as the norm in this movement. (Among the many delusions from which I suffered while living in Washington, D.C. a few years ago was the fear that I might be the only queer, ethnically ambiguous, artistically-inclined libertarian in existence.) In their place were weirdos in tall hats, neon women with their tits out and, yes, a 93-inch plush bear in the corner of the bar.

I now know there is no norm, and I don’t need to pretend to be something I’m not. Some people I met were curious about me, and they wanted to know how I fit into the libertarian scene. By the third time someone asked me how I identified, I told them this: “Small-l libertarian, big-L LESSSSBOOOWE.” My interlocutor nodded in quiet approval and maybe even a little amusement. It occurred to me that this level of cheeky forthrightness never would’ve gone over as well with anyone I met, libertarian or not, during my D.C. days.

The best part about this weekend was that I could be myself; neither flamboyant nor repressed, but decidedly sapphic and somewhere in-between. It’s a very cool thing that the radical caucus did, to put this event together in queer, unapologetic opposition to the inauguration of this dying empire’s next soulless overlord. If it did nothing else, it inspired this young anarchist to be a little more queer — and a little less apologetic.

About Julie Ershadi

Julie Ershadi is an independent correspondent based in Los Angeles and, previously, Washington, D.C. She writes about war and foreign policy, Iranian-American issues, pop culture and video games.

Our Books

latest book lineup.

Related Articles


Lexington and Concord: The Fire Begins

The divorce proceedings between London and America began on this day in 1775, 249 years ago. In Episode 011 of my podcast, I did a historical memorium to the events at Lexington and Concord. In honor of this day, give it a listen.

read more

Wheels Within Wheels: Complexity is Real in War

“The truth about the world, he said, is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is, a hat trick in a medicine show, a fevered dream, a trance bepopulate with chimeras...

read more