Thursday, May 16, 2013

COMING OUT TO MY UGANDAN PARENTS


Hi. As you all know I am a Ugandan male who identifies as not only gay, but as creative, free spirited, industrious, artistic, contradictory, open minded among many other things. I come from a middle class Ugandan family and we all live in Kampala...It has been two weeks and three days now since i revealed to my family that I’m gay. I did it through email. What brought me to that point was largely a feeling of depression that had built up in the days prior. I guess i was just tired of living with the fear of them finding out at some point. I always wondered what would happen when i finally reached the age of 30 and they start asking me when I’m getting married and giving them grandchildren. All this anticipation and anxiety was with me for a long time until i finally reached my breaking point; which was about 2 weeks ago.

The email narrated my entire life, from when I was a child and i noticed that i was different, to high school when i became ‘born again’, to when i left the church, to when i started this blog, to the present, and finally to my plans for the future. The email was 8 pages long and in it i described very clearly my thoughts on gay life in the past and what my philosophy on life has become now. To make it easy on them i assured them that i do not plan on marrying anyone whether a woman for the sake of pretense, or a man either because i do not see how that would work in uganda. But really, i know in my heart that if the right guy does come along, i will run off and marry him without hesitation. Although I have to understand that the probability of this happening is really low...very few people, gay or straight ever really find the right person. 

In the email i also revealed the friends that i had come out to since high school. This i did to make them aware of the fact that i have an immediate circle that loves me for who i am. I mentioned that the rejection of society actually now is less and less terrifying to me...why do i need a corrupt society to accept me anyway. I will only show you the opening of the letter; which goes like this...

Dear Mom and Dad,
I have been writing this since I was at the airport in February waiting for the plane. There is no easy way to say this so I am just going to go ahead and tell you that I am Gay. A homosexual. Always have been and always will be. Because people are born that way.Those words are still difficult for me to say, despite the fact that i have been aware of this attraction since i was very young. I must admit that what drove me to finally tell u this was the way u reacted to that news on BBC about gay marriage being legalized in england and saying that u will run us out of the house if we ever ended up bringing a man home. I was so astounded and deeply disturbed by your views on a subject that you do not know much about or have not cared to research about. I had heard stories abt pples parents saying the same thing to their children but I always assumed those kinds of things only happen to other people. I had assumed u were always neutral on the subject and so i decided that there was no need to tell you because i do not plan on getting married to a man anyway; or to anyone for that matter. Before i just thought that since u had never commented on the subject, then i had no need to say anything....it was unimportant. But now that i heard your views at the end of the holiday; everyday, the need to make it known to u that i am that thing that u despise so much, has been weighing down on me. And i am and have always been that thing; a man attracted to men. I decided i need to tell you this because of my own sanity...the past months have been really tough because since hearing your views in february, this situation has been taking up most of my mental and emotional energy. And it takes alot of energy, believe me.

The letter goes on for miles explaining my life and everything. There i was in my little apartment in the city, typing the email furiously with tears in my eyes. It was a heavily emotional process, and as a result the letter was heavily emotional. A recurring implication in my email was the fact that gay people do not choose to be so; something i intended to put across constantly. 

The day after I sent the email, i woke up in disbelief. I had finally sent the email. I had finally done it. It was 9am and my dad had already opened his mailbox, and he had probably already called my mum and told her to check her email as well. They had already been hit with the shock that would naturally result from reading the first three lines of my letter...a shock that would stay with them for a long time and give them sleepless nights. Millions of thoughts were going through my head through the day, as i carried on. It was like i was on auto pilot. I had to go to the bank that day so on my way there, my phone started to ring; it was my brother!!! He had read the email; and he was the first to contact me; just as i had predicted. I know my family well. I couldn’t pick up. I was too nervous. So i left it. He then decided to bombard my phone with ‘whatsapp’ messages that showed that he was upset that i could open up to my friends and not him. He made a few harmless jokes here and there about the situation. He kept harassing me through the day to reply and when i finally did, he reacted with indifference to my sexuality. Which is a reaction that I think is the best. He accepted me in quite a short time. He also sent an email which he copied to my parents, saying how much he still accepts me as his younger brother and how unashamed he is of me. I was really emotional when i read this. My brother had not abandoned me.

At 7pm that day, i got an emotional email from my dad, saying how he still loves me; and that it will take time for him to come to terms with it. In part of it, he said, “I do not pray often, but on this situation i will. The almighty creator will see us through this. He has seen us through greater difficulties. I love you my son. You will hear from me when i compose myself.” It was really emotional for me reading that email as well. A part of me, the emotional me was ecstatic, but my head knew that denial would come later from them. I decided to enjoy the moment. 

Last one to respond was my mum, as predicted. In the email she said she loved me very much and would continue to love me regardless of what i was. She admitted her shock at initially reading my email, and also said that she was still in shock. She mentioned that she can’t understand why people are gay and that maybe it takes one being gay themselves to understand why. She said, we would talk about it more when they come to terms with it.

In the two days that followed those emails, i had never really felt so loved in my life. It was so surreal. I felt that i did not deserve it and that something bad was still waiting to happen. Like i had feared, something was indeed waiting to happen, but it wasn’t entirely bad or good as you will see later.

Four days passed by, and these days were mostly characterized by silence on my parent’s part. My brother however kept checking to see how i was feeling about my parent’s responses. He seemed to have finally come to terms with it. He also revealed that my parents had called him, my dad to be precise; and had asked him if he had accepted it. My dad from what i hear was in shock that my brother had accepted so quickly and easily. He also told my brother that he was taking it the hardest and that my mum was stronger than he was. I remember feeling like they were mourning, and that was not what i wanted. I wanted them to be indifferent; like my brother. Indifference to their sexuality is the ultimate goal that all gays inherently want from society and family. It did not help either that in his email days back, my dad had likened this situation to when my mother was diagnosed with heart disease. I chose to believe he meant it was just as hard to accept. They were apparently praying to God to ask for guidance. My parents had never prayed much in life up till this point.

On the fifth day, they finally sent me a longer more detailed email in which they stated that they hope my coming out has freed my energy to concentrate on school work as well as ‘manage the situation better.’  ‘The situation’ being my sexuality. They said they still want to be a part of my life and they had come to realise that my ‘situation’ is an orientation, not a preference. My dad revealed that after he read the email, he had called my brother in tears. He explained that i was under no obligation to explain my orientation to anybody and that they would rather i keep it to myself. At this point in the email i started to get a bit worried. I also agree that i do not need to shout it from the roof tops, but were they asking that i take a don’t ask, don’t tell approach to life? 

They further said that, as long as I keep it to the attraction and not “The Act” which has many health ramifications, they shall breathe a bit easier as they try to ‘sort this out.’ Sorth this out? Is there anything to sort? At this point in the email i became a bit uncomfortable. As you know, i have previously on this blog written about my dislike for conventional gay sex. But still, i thought, my parents have no business wondering about what goes on or doesn’t go on in my bedroom in the future, when i move out of their house. 

Moving on, they said that they believe God created me the way I am... I was glad to see that they believed this; it is the next line that worried me. “...and it will be only God who can change it.” They said that it was only god who has allowed them to sleep over this matter. They encouraged me to go back and redeem my faith in God and told me that they had also now finally found their faith. They said that they were planning to fast for god’s mercy, on them and their son, and that with prayer from the whole family, ‘this situation will be reversed.’ 

All i could see were red flags! Once again, my mind was in crisis. It was great that they were becoming more spiritual, but i worried that they were dragging me back into fundamental christianity to keep me contained...to keep my situation contained. I struggled as much as possible to understand their position, which was very ambiguous. Had they accepted me, had they not? And that last statement; “with prayer this situation will be reversed”, were they looking into reparative therapies? Once again, i was in a state of worry. I followed my friends advice. They said that this whole thing was probably just a coping mechanism for them, and that they would finally come to terms with it. That just in the same way that I had a christian phase, subconsciously hoping i could be cured, they were also going through the same phase and it would blow over with time. I decided to ignore the email and go on with life. But i couldn’t help but feel a sense of impending doom. Or maybe i was overreacting? I thought, “Many gay people, not only in Africa, but also in the United States or Europe are kicked out of their homes because of their homosexuality. Should i be grateful and just take what i’m being given?” I was so conflicted. 

My dad called for the first time the next day, asking how i was and how everything was going. At the end of it he asked that i check my email. When i got home i checked and there was a message from him; saying to read the attachment in the email; parts of which i might or might not agree with. He got it somewhere on the internet. I opened the attachment and the title hit me like a brick in the head; “Healing Homosexuality: A Cure?” The opening went like this;

The current debate on homosexuality in our society, particularly within the Church, is a painful one. Two positions on homosexuality are tearing apart many church denominations and Christians. These two positions are basically irreconcilable:
        1. Homosexuality is condemned by the Bible. God’s Word to the homosexual is, “Repent, and get         your life in order.”
        2. Homosexuality is a given in some people’s lives: “I can’t change; this is the way I am, and I can’t repent for that. Stop trying to heap shame on me! You are the one who should repent. If you were like Jesus, your compassion would lead you to accept homosexuals with open arms.”
But there is a third position which we believe is the best solution: simply, homosexuality can be healed. That is, a homosexual can become a heterosexual; the homosexual orientation can be changed through prayer for inner healing and the power of the Holy Spirit. This solution, too, we believe, accords well with what Scripture teaches.

It went on to talk about how gayness results from an absent father in childhood and an overbearing mother; a theory from the 1980’s that has since been disproved by the American society of psychologists. I had come across this sort of thing in the past; i knew very well about reparative therapy and how it does not work; judging by all the millions of stories one comes across on the internet relating to these sorts of therapies. I was somewhat disappointed...i remember thinking that my parents were trying to pull me back into a time when i hated what i was and was looking to be healed...as if homosexuality was some sort of disease. 

My dad called me after i read the attachment and i tried to seem optimistic. He told me about all the research they had been doing on the internet about sexual orientation and he was surprised how little he knew about this subject. Their eyes were being opened to the subject of human sexuality. He had come across plenty of studies on homosexuality and had arrived to the conclusion that there is nothing or no-one in the world that can change someone’s orientation....except God; he said. He also said that they would pray for my ‘healing’ but if it does not come, (which he thinks is unlikely) then they would pray for them to come to terms with it.

I remember in that moment understanding their situation, and really understanding how lucky i was to have parents who care so much that they would research the topic of sexuality, and try to understand; even if they held on to belief that change was possible through the intervention of the holy spirit. 

And their holding on to hope that i can be changed makes sense for a parent because they know we live in a society where one can supposedly be killed for their sexuality. They are looking for a way to calm themselves; and if the bible and prayer can give them peace of mind, then why must i take it away from them. But i also can’t help but feel like they r looking for ways to blame themselves, which is why i replied to them stressing that it is not their fault and that the studies mentioned in that article were disproved. I also still feel that this new faith they’ve found, while good, is also a distraction my dad has created. But i guess its an emotional reflex action to help them find their way of coming to terms. 

My dad went on to talk about some ‘Man of God’ that they’ve been talking to. He lives in London and he is Ugandan. A friend of theirs linked them to him and they believe he has some sort of supernatural godly powers. They’ve been praying with him over the phone and after i replied to the email, my dad assures me that they do no explicitly pray about homosexuality, but about the general well being of the family; although i think this is just a technique to keep me from worrying about their praying for my ‘sickness’. In one of our phone conversations, my dad said that i should just be open minded to anything; including their prayers for my ‘healing’, i assume. The big question is how do i do that without seeing myself as someone who has something wrong with them.

This is a very ambiguous position I’m in; it bothers me on one hand, but on the other I’m thankful that my parents have put effort into trying to understand sexuality. I am also conflicted in that, while i believe in a God, a force, a deity out there that is responsible for plenty of the factors at play in our world; i do not believe in the Abrahamic religions, or any religion for that matter. I am spiritual, not religious. I do not read or believe a lot of the things in the bible, like how it says people should keep slaves or should be killed for eating pork, or that gays should be killed. I see religion as a structure created by men, a way of interpreting and understanding this infinite force that is God, and trying to define him/her in a one-dimensional, rigid way that keeps the people who fall into these religions just as one dimensional and rigid. And i know that if there is a God/Force/Higher power out there, he certainly does not seem interested in changing people’s sexual orientations; to do so would be to imply that he made a mistake; either he is too proud to accept his mistake or it wasn’t a mistake to begin with; and these are the two options the masses that are caught up in the rigidity of contemporary religion have to decide between. Which is why they choose to instead brainwash themselves into believing that homosexuality is a choice.

I have come to realize that what my parents are doing is not fanatical religion but an ambiguous spirituality that is helping them feel at peace in the midst of the sudden chaos that comes with finding out that their son is gay. My hope is that this spirituality does not turn into religion, and that it eventually leads them to finally fully understanding and coming to terms with this situation in a society as closed minded and ignorant as Uganda’s. I do not know where we go from here; but we'll find out when I come back home in 6 weeks.

Monday, March 26, 2012

ILLITERACY, MEDIA AND THE PETTINESS: Uganda





















There are two kinds of illiteracy in Uganda, or even most likely Africa; first there are the people that can’t actually read or write, then there are the ‘illiterates’ who actually can read and write but suffer from the usual lack of reading culture that is rampant in this country…should I say continent? No. The general lack of interest in all things that come in the format of text. I used to be one of those people.  There are plenty of people like me, whiling away at keyboards and writing articles that only a portion of middle class Ugandan society will see or comprehend. It is unimaginable that there are middle class, educated Ugandans of my age that only use the internet for facebook…that’s the internet for them. Give them facebook and they’re happy. It seems shocking but you’ll be astounded at how true this reality is. It’s a sad sad situation. Everyone is always shouting about how Africans need to be educated about what homosexuality actually is…how do you do that? Hand fliers/books out on Kampala road? Open a newspaper/magazine dedicated to gay rights? Have public forums in the city square? We all know that is not possible here or in Liberia or in Zambia, at least not in the next five years…you’ll get yourself lynched or arrested…all it takes is one idle person to single you out on the street.

One major subject I want to touch is the pettiness of Ugandan society. A large portion of our society seems to be interested in tragically menial issues like who is sleeping/cheating with who, which tycoon flashed his money in public this time (another petty act in itself), who the new it-girl is…blah blah. Just take a look at newspapers like Bukedde and Red-pepper. The latter thought it relevant to publicize pictures of gay Ugandan men at one point so you get where I’m going with this. Bukedde, which is written in Luganda, the most dominant language in central Uganda, is read by the lower middle class, who are the majority in this country. It focuses on issues such as those I just described. There is absolutely nothing of substance in those pages! Nothing! The daily monitor, which is written in English and could be seen as the ‘hipster’ of Ugandan media, is read by upper middle class Ugandans, well, the portion of the upper middle class that bothers to read anything worth reading. It is the only newspaper in the country that offers a substantial amount of quality discourse besides news. I should also point out that a significant portion of this higher class also reads Bukedde and the red pepper. Tragic indeed!

The question here is how do the masses get educated or empowered if the media has taken on such a format and who is responsible for letting the media get so petty and childish over the years? Bad leaders? I think so. I mean sure there should be a law that governs what kind of information is fed to the masses, because in the end it is always what kind of information you feed a population that determines the quality of people that you get as a result. You can judge for yourselves the nature of people we have roaming Kampala’s streets today. Petty and one dimensional as they come; petty in their thinking, petty in their ideas, petty in their choice of dress, petty in their choice of beliefs, petty in their understanding of life…PETTY!!! Have you been part of a typical Ugandan conversation of late? With an educated Ugandan 25 year old? It’s a dire situation! It’s really no wonder that Ugandan women are always complaining about how Ugandan men remain boys until the age of 35.

Another example of how engrained this pettiness is in our thinking is the quality of graduates we get from the universities today. Take the average Ugandan law student as a sample for this. His choice of the course was an act of pettiness in itself. One major characteristic of a petty mindset is an inability to see the big picture. The Ugandan law student fails to see that Makerere has been churning out multitudes of law graduates annually for the past ten years, he also fails to see that many of these graduates are still roaming the streets looking for jobs, he fails to see that the average Ugandan does not have the resources to hire a lawyer. He failed to see all this despite the fact that these statistics were hinted at several times in the Daily Monitor and similar newspapers. (He probably reads Bukedde.) He filled those application forms anyway; he kept that pen rolling, he filled them with the encouragement of his Ugandan parents, who are in love with the momentary feeling of superiority that comes with telling their friends that their kid is in law school. Petty brats raised by petty parents, all fed by the petty media. Pettiness and one-sidedness; I see it all! I see it everywhere, I see it when I watch Point Blank on NTV, I see it on the football field, I see it in the Ugandan primary school teacher, I see it in Martin Ssempa’s sermons,  I see it in Ugandan architecture,…I saw it in myself.

You might ask me though; is it bad? Don’t we all just want to be carefree and free spirited and…happy? And to that I say to you, maybe in another world, because the only kind of happiness that has emerged in Uganda so far as a result of this way of petty thinking is petty in itself as well…it is a momentary happiness. A cheap kind. You see it in the fact that despite having been in the worst regional recession of our time for the past year, alcohol consumption has stayed on the increase in Kampala. It is the kind of happiness that comes from materialism and show-off. Men continue to spend their life savings buying range-rovers, range rovers that they park at their shanty houses in shanty parts of Kansanga, because come on, he really cant show off his house, he doesn’t move around with it.

I came across a friend who does sociology here and I found it amazing that they had a question on a study of Ugandan men in a Southern African University. Apparently the study concluded that the local students had a negative attitude towards their Ugandan counterparts because of a perceived arrogance that stemmed from their materialism and pomposity. Whether this was an actual study or just a decoy for the exam, I found it fascinating that thousands of miles away from Kampala, in a place where the media is saner, an entirely different breed of Africans had emerged that found this kind of behavior sad and annoying. Or were the poor Southern Africans just jealous? 


I acknowledge that western countries do have multitudes of these sorts of people. Hedonism and materialism are all products of the west...they were born there. The reason I write with more urgency about this syndrome in Uganda is because, the problem is more complex in Africa...for some reason every problem that touches African soil seems to transform into an even more complicated form. Hedonism and materialism in the western world stem from capitalism/consumerism and their lack of a solid sense of culture. We have a solid culture, and capitalism has barely set its roots here, so our hedonism comes from a more complex combination of factors. The pettiness in itself is also facilitated by the dire mess that is our education system, hence what i am trying to do here is not to highlight the media as the only cause but to highlight the power it has to undo the tragic dimension-less state of the modern Ugandan that has come about through the media itself and these other factors.

This phenomenon of pettiness and all of its effects is why the future of Ugandans is in real danger! We are in danger of ending up with an economy that is only based on necessity and not innovation, not on the big picture/a big picture of any sort. Which is really what it is now. No big ideas, no solid desire for improvement, for progress. This is the point where foreigners start flooding in and opening more unique businesses/ventures than Ugandans. It’s already happening; foreigners coming and taking opportunities away from Ugandans, opportunities and gaps in the Ugandan market that have been staring them in the face for the past ten years.

Question here though is; has the middle class been purposely fed this nonsense in an attempt to keep most Ugandans ignorant about the things that really matter, such as the reality of corruption, greed? Is the media an intended Opium dose for the Ugandan masses? Is this a cleverly executed smoke and mirrors effect? I think not! It has largely been due to neglect, because it isn’t really that hard to see that the leaders we have sitting in government today are as petty as the people they govern. Somehow we have let ourselves deteriorate to this disgusting state…and I blame it on the media and the leadership because I refuse to think Ugandans are just naturally like this. Absolutely not! I also do not deny that this mindset is also a result of other historical factors that were/are beyond our control; for instance the fact that African society did not naturally experience a direct equivalent of the Modernist Movement, or even the enlightenment, Modernism and Industry were just thrust upon us in colonialism, and that, we couldn't control at the time and we can't control now. What i'm trying to do is highlight the causes/catalysts of this mindset that we have the power to control, one of which is this media we absorb. 

Now, how does this condition affect gay rights in Africa you ask? The fact that people are born gay and that they deserve equal rights is not as simple to accept by everyone as it sounds. Some people just accept it in an instant, others take a while and the rest do not do it ever. This ability/inability to accept difference is dependent on a number of factors, one of the major ones being an ability to be rational and open in your thinking. The condition of the homosexual is a topic that requires an almost subconscious zooming in and out on the subject and a rationalizing of thought and of all the facts that are being handed to you as the listener. How then is this mildly complex aspect of human sexuality to be communicated and absorbed by a population dominated by people that are unable to see the big picture, to be rational? How do you speak about it with someone who is focused on the momentary, too focused on the momentary disgust he feels towards the homosexual that he abandons all possibility of emotionally detached pure thought and analysis?
Ladies and gentlemen, I beg that instead, the question you ask from all this be; How does this condition prevent any form of progress in Uganda and how do we collectively snap out of it? I believe it starts primarily with the knowledge of its existence, which is what I am trying to create here. There are a thousand things you can do after that to free yourself, its all up to you.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Confessions Of A…….?

Okay, so I turned twenty late last year and I’m in a bit of a crisis which I hadn’t noticed until a week ago. The name of this blog has become irrelevant and dishonest. It’s gonna be hard letting go of the ‘teen’ though; I kinda thought it made me special…now I’m just another blogger in an endless sea of bloggers. You must be thinking, ‘How pretentious is this guy!’ To be honest the gay east African teen’s point of view is rarely heard, and I am not about to claim that you’ve heard it entirely on this blog. I have always tried to make it clear to people that I do not represent anyone, and that all the opinions voiced on here I do not mention on anyone’s behalf. But after a year and a half of exposing my thoughts and sometimes childish ideologies online I have come to discover that there are many people out there that share my point of view, and others that have instead learnt to embrace that point of view and made it their own. Now that I’m twenty I realize it has brought me immense joy to have encountered all the people I did through this blog and for that I am truly grateful.

I'll be changing the name and URL soon. I'm open to suggestions.

Monday, January 9, 2012

DELUDED MUCH?



















One of the things that amuses me about Ugandans, or should I say, at least the ones I’ve encountered in my lifetime is their blatant inability to acknowledge that there is a problem. Many people have come to this country and called us the happiest people on earth. True, that’s what it looks like. The only way to understand how the Ugandan masses can turn so brutal in an instant is by knowing how we receive problematic situations or things that we do not understand.

Many of our current anti-gay figures years ago were in denial of the fact that homosexuals existed in Uganda, and now we see them everyday frothing at the mouth with uncontrollable disgust and hate towards the homosexual.

I’m currently in a similar situation with my parents. I’m sure they have an inkling about my sexuality but they however choose to ignore it and continue to bring up girlfriends and all that nonsense at the dinner table. The same is happening with my brothers who have come across messages in my phone…but they still continue to act like its all fine, well, all is fine for me, but it shouldn’t be for them. They should have come and said something by now but they continue to act like I’m interested in dating girls. Sometimes it just makes me want to scream at them! They just won’t acknowledge that there is something that needs to be accepted/dealt with.

It all goes to show the negative power of wishful thinking…the mind will believe what it wants to believe. The problem with this though is that when the truth that they’ve so desperately pushed away cannot be contained anymore, in most cases people here will react violently.

Remember the post I did back then about coming out? Remember how confident I was? Well things have happened and I’m not as confident or as delusional anymore. All I can do now is thank God for the fact that I barely live in this country now and that weeks from today I will be, once again, safe and sound in an entirely different social scene, atmosphere, world that I have now fully adapted to.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

WATCH THIS SPACE

I'm coming back soon... :)

Sunday, July 10, 2011

NO PLACE LIKE HOME















So I’ve been back in Uganda for sometime now and it has been great so far to be home. It’s been the best time of the year for me so far. Being away from the supposed cluster-fuck that is Uganda can have a dull effect sometimes. I missed everything from the Boda-Bodas to the dust, from the yelling matatu conductors to the bad customer service. Yes, whenever I’m being welcomed into restaurants abroad by smiling waiters I recoil with the assumption that they are somehow trying to reach for my pockets, why the hell are they smiling? The mystery of the smiling waiter still has me perplexed because I’ve grown accustomed to floors being cleaned with customers still seated and eating, to receptionists who put their manicures before the person standing in the hallway…and I do not hate it surprisingly. I love Uganda…and that means a lot coming from me, remember, I’m the one who wants to cut all ties to this country and I will still try to eventually. This love hate relationship I have with this land is a result of the fact that I know I might never live life freely as a gay man in Uganda, and I don't see myself pretending to be married to a woman while secretly slutting around with equally discreet gay Ugandan men, no sir! But I still at the moment find myself wanting to be here more than ever. Uganda is special. I can get away with many things here. On top of that the people are warm and friendly, they are so happy with no reason…we are in the middle of our worst economic crisis and yet it’s hard to tell. Haha! And the Baganda (most of the men) are so hilariously arrogant. Then theres the night life, and the summer almost all year. Yes this is the only country in the world where you can have a head-on collision on a one way road, and where the police men become the traffic lights at certain times of the day, even when the lights still working, but it's wonderful, atleast for now. Life is so simple once again. Here’s to Uganda, the true land of the free (as long as you’re not openly gay).


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Saturday, June 25, 2011

NEW YORK PASSES GAY MARRIAGE BILL

The revolution is ours to fight for love, justice+equality. Rejoice NY, and propose. We did it!!!-LADY GAGA























So the same sex marriage bill just got passed in the state of New York! Marriage Equality won 33-29. I’m really happy about that, mostly cuz I want to go to the big apple for my post-graduate studies…not that I’m gonna get married there or anything! I guess it’ll just be great to be in a city where people like me can actually get married. *Going out to celebrate with my homophobe friends!*

Friday, June 17, 2011

COMING OUT TALES AND EXPERIENCES

So the New York Times is running a series of articles about gay teens and their experiences with coming out or simply being gay today...(sorta like the I'm From Driftwood Project.) Accompanied with what I can call the most impressive Photo-Journalism I have seen in a while, it makes for very inspiring reading; their stories opening our eyes to what it means to be gay in both American society and other parts of the world. It is also a reminder that there is still a lot to be done until full acceptance is reached or is atleast apparent to all the human senses. Like Bayard Rustin once said…it is not our duty to change/control anyone but to control the extent to which they can publicly manifest anti-gay sentiment…kinda like how nobody today can go on air or the street and spew their racist nonsense. There’s no stopping until the Tony Perkins and Ssempas of the world are seen in the same light as this guy>>>
Remember when this was normal???