Wednesday, October 26, 2011


I'm coming back soon... :)

Sunday, July 10, 2011


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).


Saturday, June 25, 2011


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


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???

Thursday, June 9, 2011


Its funny; this world of ours, funny how there are homophobic black people and racist gay people. Apparently the fact that one group of people can be denied equal rights does not stop said group from not only denying another group of people the same rights but also discriminating against them. It’s astounding how the black church, an institution that has been at the heart of black emancipation, refuses to unlock the oppressive closet for gays and lesbians. Black Christians, who have been despised and oppressed for much of their existence, should be wary of extending that oppression to lesbians and gays or anyone, for that matter. What’s even more astounding is the fact that there are many gay people that hate on other gay people.

The condition of the feminine gay man is one that I find particularly interesting. It annoys me when I come across gay people, online and in person who say that feminine gay guys give the gay community a bad name. Many people today regard feminine gay guys as latté drinking, hedonistic attention whores who steal each other’s boyfriends and throw themselves at any opportunity for sex. I for one know that this is true for some, if not many gay men, but again it doesn’t justify the generalization or hatred of them as a ‘sub-group’. The fact that there even are ‘sub-groups’ within the gay community has me off balance! I would somewhat understand if it was just straight people saying these things…straight men in particular; but gay men? ‘Straight acting gays’ as they like to call themselves. I really don’t like that phrase…so we’ll just stick with ‘masculine gay men.’ I for example find it hard to understand how someone, a whole gay someone would hate Chris Crocker, or people like him, or any person at all…I mean, sure he can be really annoying sometimes or all the time, you fill in the blank, but aren’t we all, don’t we all have our crazy?

I don’t have any extremely flamboyant gay friends, probably because I just haven’t gotten along or connected with the ones I’ve met or spoken to so far (probably because I’m afraid they’ll out-fab me), but that’s about it! But to call them an embarrassment to men, to ridicule them or join in in the making fun of them by your straight friends, that’s just cruel and stupid and it goes against the equality and respect for each other that gays are trying to reach. Some of these masculine gays even go as far as saying its all an act, really? is it?

At the end of the day we all need to consider that it could be men like this who put in much of the driving force behind the Gay Rights Movement anyway; their extremely opinionated minds and forceful personalities, the fact that they have something to say about everything and anything and just won’t shut the hell up; their extreme sense of confidence and unwavering sureness of self. Next time you see a Drag Queen you should even kiss her feet, because they played a huge part in the Stonewall Riots…or so I’m told.

In my opinion, of all gay people, feminine gay men have it harder, they are more prone to homophobia, to discrimination and judgment, they were labeled gay before they even knew what the word meant, then came ‘Fag’ when they figured it all out, and yet they continued to wave their Barbies around for Show ‘n Tell. This ability, this self-realized freedom to be yourself even when the overwhelming tide of public opinion rises against the very fabric of who you are, if it doesn’t spell courage, then I don’t know what does; and we need more of this in the world, fast!

Friday, May 6, 2011


Remember how I ramble on and on about how people seem not to notice I’m gay? Oh well! Looks like I’m actually that transparent in every sense, considering the fact that these dudes in my class put me on the spot and asked if I was a big fat gay. So maybe I really am a stereotype, whatever! With this realization my fear of labels has kicked into overdrive. I am still uncomfortable with being affirmed gay. Suddenly the imaginary court in my head seems to have given me a sentence whenever people conclude or even suggest that I must be gay. Now I have not exactly hidden it either; not once have I been asked if I was gay and said no, not once! I like to keep people guessing, its all part of this sophisticated façade I project, or think I project on a day to day basis. Plus its really fun being the boy who MIGHT be gay.

Before I leave this place I hope to fully gain the strength to live life as an out gay man, to not care about what people think. I was raised being told by my parents; ‘Comb your hair! People will think you’re this’, ‘Pull up your socks, people will think you’re that.’ It was always what other people thought, why couldn’t I instead pull my socks up for me? It sucks to say that on mothers day but on the contrary I’ll have you know my parents are the best parents one could ever have, so it is impossible for me to blame the fact that I am not confident in my sexuality on them, or my insatiable need for human approval, I could blame it on genetics, or my country. Hell, many gays are not confident in their sexuality either, even in the so called ‘Land of the Free’, the USA, with all its victories and strides in gay rights, LGBT people are still considered the bastards of the world, or less-than. I’m pretty sure a gay kiss in central park would raise many eyebrows. Don’t even get me started on the UK, or South Africa. Truth is the U.S is still a long way from full equality…funny isn’t it, if the US is a long way away from the finishing line, then where does Uganda fall? Is it even on the track yet? Plenty times I think that by the time Uganda has its first gay-pride parade, the whole concept of gay pride will be irrelevant in the western world. But you can never really know.

I’ve decided its time to grow up. I don’t want to come out; I just want to be out…to just be! atleast while I’m outside Uganda. To me the term ‘coming out’ suggests an announcement, and I don’t want to announce anything, because straight people do not announce that they are so, black people do not announce that they are so, they just are, unless of course they are asked. And we’ll see where this thing takes us.

Saturday, April 30, 2011


“The job of the gay community is not to deal with extremists who would castigate us or put us on an island and drop an H-bomb on us. The fact of the matter is that there is a small percentage of people in the world* who understand the true nature of the homosexual community. There is another small percentage who will never understand us. Our job is not to get those people who dislike us to love us. Nor was our aim in the civil rights movement to get prejudiced white people to love us. Our aim was to try to create the kind of America, legislatively, morally, and psychologically, such that even though some whites continued to hate us, they could not openly manifest that hate. That’s our job today: to control the extent to which people can publicly manifest antigay sentiment.” 

~Bayard Rustin (civil rights activist and gay man who advised MLKjr and organized the 1963 March on Washington)

Sunday, April 24, 2011


Can I let you in on a little Secret? I haven't had sex in.....ever. Of course that's if your definition of sex between two guys is limited to the idea of putting something into a hole. Expand your definition of sex and that sends the day I lost my virginity way behind, embarrassingly behind! Anal sex terrifies me! I had known I liked boys since I was around five and had an immense crush on my class teacher...he was a fox; I however only learnt about anal ten years later and those brats I told you about were joking about what went down in a certain boys secondary school.Still the whole idea was all too abstract and mundane to me. I then started to think that I was the only gay person that did not automatically think anal was the way to go.

Through the years I sometimes thought that it appeared ‘gay’ men were trying to simulate heterosexual intercourse; making the anus as a makeshift vagina…hence they were not really gay! I just didn't get it, I still don't... So I came to a temporary conclusion, the only way I could understand where this anal thing came from was this embarrassing theory; that there were indeed other people like me, who genuinely liked other men, and then there were genuinely straight guys who did not have much luck with the ladies and hence came to prey on the genuinely homosexual boys and made them have sex in a way they did not want, in the easiest way they could simulate the heterosexual sex they were missing…and so the homosexual boys would submit to them anyway, because lets face it; the gay dating pool wasn’t that big and they were desperate. Hehe, don’t laugh at my fragmented thought patterns; I was a kid for goodness sake. So I lived knowing men that were really gay didn’t have a shot at full sexual satisfaction, because anal sex hurts and it really does nothing for the one being penetrated, from what I’ve heard…after all, the anus has no nerve endings. When bottoms say they enjoy being penetrated I’ve always convinced myself that they are lying…How can that feel good? I thought;
‘Of course! Anyone can program himself or herself to think they’re actually enjoying something when they’re really not!
If Tops are looking for penetration, can’t they just go find a woman?
Where do tops come from anyway?
Heterosexual sex=the union of penis and vagina,
Lesbian sex=union of two vaginas,
Gay sex=union of PENIS and ANUS?????’

I have of recent been coming across more and more gay people that feel the same way I do and have all the above questions…What a relief it has been to find out I’m not the only one… I was beginning to worry I was asexual or something, not that there’s anything wrong with that. I find it impossible to have my dick up the arse of someone I have real feelings for, or a dick up my arse for that matter, sorry for the crude language.

Someone recently told me this, I quote, “The desire to have anal intercourse arises/arose from the need to comply with and imitate a standard established by heterosexist culture and education. The heterosexist culture has only conceived sex as being between a masculine being and another feminine one, and as penetrative, so the homosexual couple would also have to satisfy these requirements…the result being a heterosexualised and deformed homosexuality. (Is this true? Male-Female, Top-Bottom?) This imposed model serves so that true homosexuality remains hidden and it is not developed with normality. It is rejected that two men can have totally satisfactory sex without having to copy the heterosexual couple. In non-homophobic cultures, homosexuality was never associated with anal intercourse and sex between men was focused on frottage and intimacy which does not imitate male-female sex as anal penetration represents the ultimate form of sexual disrespect whether male/male or male/female.”

This all got me thinking what if gay men are not really meant to have intercourse but ‘outercourse’ instead, after all we are wired differently aren’t we? Also I wondered whether this whole anal thing and its relation with submission to heterosexist ideals has something to do with the apparent collective inferiority complex of the gay community…Yes, I just said it, its out there! Inferiority complex! Why do we call ourselves ‘Queers’, why? Why are some gay people still making ‘fag’ jokes? Where did the terms ‘Straight acting gay’ come from? For a gay guy to say he is ‘straight acting’ would be to allege that straight people are indeed superior to gay people, which we sure as hell know is totally not the case. Imagine a world where a black guy said, ‘I’m fit, muscular, hardworking, handsome and white-acting.’ To couple all these positive words; fit, muscular, handsome with the word ‘white-acting’ or ‘white-looking’ would be to insinuate that being white is superior and being black inferior. Same case for us folks, every single thing about our behaviours, language or preferences should be refined so as to wipe out the dark cloud that looms over our heads whispering the lies that one race is inferior to the other; that one gender is superior to the other, and that one sexual orientation is superior to the other.

Another thing I wonder about is if after the sex a top really respects the bottom he’s been with. Does the bottom still regard himself highly after that? I know I wouldn’t…does that say anything about the scarcity of committed gay relationships?, about promiscuity in the gay community? Maybe this never ending cycle of anal penetration leads to another never ending cycle of lack of respect for one another or oneself, which brings us to a multitude of gay men slutting around, plus you can’t have good relationships forming between people who don’t respect each other or respect themselves. This lack of respect also points to the discrimination that lies within the gay community itself…seriously, No fems, Fatties, or Blacks!???? Honestly? Only among gays have I seen such things. Only on gay blogs have I seen the most racist comments. Anyone watched the A-List NewYork lately? It may be a little unfair to lay all the blame on the sex though…I mean, there might be an entire web of factors that have led to what the majority of the gay community is like today, its been through a lot; the Nazis, Stonewall, HIV, and now Scott Lively. The constant judgement by society must have played a big part too.

Much as I find the thought of anal sex dirty, repulsive and disgusting, I am not jumping to any conclusions, maybe I am wrong…it probably is because anal is not for me as a person since from what I hear other people enjoy it a lot, even straight couples as I have mentioned before. Hell! Maybe I’ll even end up trying anal later, who knows? Nothing is set in stone for now. It’s the only way I’ll know that I really don’t like it. An increasing number of gay men are starting to be anti-anal though and I would have loved to say that it would draw a rift through the entire gay community changing it forever, because, we all know how I love dramatic assumptions, but if that were to happen we would be shooting ourselves in the foot since we always throw around the statement ‘It is none of your business what others do in the privacy of their rooms.’ I probably should try take that advice, I mean, the symbol of the gay community is the rainbow isn’t it? And it symbolises diversity even in the gay community itself, hence not everybody in the gay community loves Lady Gaga, or wears skinny jeans, or has anal sex…it’s the beauty of it; variety is the spice of life. And even though the gay community may have a lot of complications, both sexual and non-sexual related, it is up to us as individuals, or as couples, to free ourselves from those complications, to define what our own experiences as gay people will be, and as each individual/couple is liberated, the whole gay community will be. Just because the government says you’re not married does not mean you aren’t…that all depends on if at all you want to be called ‘married’…maybe there’s no word for whatever it is you’re in, its that special; civil union? I think not!!! One thing we also seem to forget is that how we have sex is the most insignificant thing about our sexual orientation, because homosexuality is primarily and supremely about LOVE between two people. No one should tell you who you are…So walk tall and carry a big stick!

Sunday, March 6, 2011


Help her, I mean…I couldn’t be terrified in the very least. How is it that people can’t get a hint? All I have done since I got into University is drop hints that I am a big fat gay… What do people want me to do…stand in the middle of the plaza at lunch hour and shout I F**K GUYS?

It was shocking, like a scene out of Gossip Girl. There were loud bangs on my door, bangs of a semi-drunk hot girl. I opened and she let herself in promptly. I was tired and high from the night out…she was too, but she wanted something more. She must have had me on her bucket list for a while given how she had marched direct to my door. She was a vision; well, at least that’s what I hear from the guys.

She kept rubbing on the sides of her dress, and all over her curvy body, I guess that’s supposed to be a signal?...a signal for me to take it off? Straight guys, help me out here… She told me to put the light out…and I was like; sorry? You’ve had a lot to drink haven’t you? Blah blah yada yada… -“Turn off the f**king light and move over!” she interrupted. I’ve never heard anyone be so vulgar and graceful at the same time. Haha, she was really focused, this one, so I did as she asked. Well, within five seconds her dress was off and so was her bra…she was now inside my bed, completely naked, waiting for me to do what all the guys do…nobody ever rejects her, so why would I? Poor thing. I promised myself at the beginning of the year not to laugh at things I don’t consider funny, not to bother with people I don’t give a damn about and not to do things that do not pleasure me at all just to make other people happy. Well, I was not about to make her happy, so I sat it out and braced myself for what would be the most awkward three hours of my life. In my head I kept wondering what I did that would make this girl think I was straight. I’d been all the stereotypes, it didn’t seem to work. Now she was rubbing up against me. Oh god! What a waste that was…I have straight friends that would have loved to hit that.

Its morning now and she’s still in my sheets…I can’t help but feel for her, I mean, she’s gonna wake up with a shattered ego, thinking I rejected her. She’s never been rejected in her life. She’s smart and beautiful and she deserves someone that would never leave her in bed on a Sunday to go write a blog. My thoughts have somehow wandered off to women that are married to gay men and they don’t know it…the girl in my bed has wasted a Saturday night, many out there are wasting a life. As long as being gay is not considered equal to being straight, women will continue to be hurt, empty marriages will continue to be formed and lives will keep on being wasted…not to mention weekends. Waste a life, but do not waste a weekend, never!!!

Let me not turn this into a gay rights rant however. She’s 20, she’ll bounce back, they always do. Its not like she was in love with me or anything. Its college!

Sunday, February 27, 2011


“The Bible contains six admonishments to homosexuals and 362 admonishments to heterosexuals. That doesn’t mean that God doesn’t love heterosexuals. It’s just that they need more supervision.” 

~Lynn Lavner

Wednesday, February 16, 2011


I’ve stumbled upon a few pictures and I am disturbed. You know how college can be exciting and people tend to experiment and stuff. Think Hollywood college movies. It astounds me how Ugandans my age try very hard to replicate whatever they see on their TV screens, in this case I mean straight girls dabbling in lesbianism. A couple of people I know are starting to get into the whole ‘I kissed a girl’ craze, Ugandan girls. I do not want to be misunderstood, I do not mean to contradict myself in saying lesbianism is an American thing or is not Ugandan, I’m trying to say straight girls dabbling in lesbianism is an American-college thing. I blame Hollywood, and I blame that hypocritical b**ch Katy Perry.

The scenario of straight girls making out at parties for the sake of mimicking pop culture puts me off because I feel it only serves to satisfy the fantasies of sleazy straight boys. If you’re not lesbian, do not kiss a girl! Period!!! I would find it equally off-putting if it was straight guys doing it instead for the females’ enjoyment. Plus it really does nothing for our cause. Seriously, what do these girls think it’s doing for them, making them look edgy? It should be no different from people misusing Prozac. It has somewhat become trendy for people, mostly in the first world, to say they’re on Prozac…what does that say to people that are actually using the drug for real treatment. (For the over-thinkers, no, I’m not equating lesbianism to depression. Try getting the drift.) I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t even kiss in private; I bet it’s all for pleasing the men…way to go, sending the feminist movement twenty years behind. Straight men will never lock lips however much their female friends beg. These women!...and then they’ll come crying to us, the ‘gay best friends’ when the men tell them to stay in the kitchen and stick to what they do best.

It seems kind of arrogant to me for someone to deliberately immerse himself or herself in homosexual behavior just for fun or for laughs when at that very moment somewhere in a Johannesburg Township a woman is being stabbed or “correctively raped” for being the very thing they make a mockery of. Or perhaps it’s just the fact that I have a general dislike for straight boys these days…I mean, they over estimate their attractiveness, constantly think we’re out to get them, so anything that would make them sexually excited I seek to stomp out promptly. Next time I see straight girls make-out at a party, with testosterone pumping Neanderthals cheering on and watching in amazement, I’m throwing a shoe at their interlocked lips! Call me Jack Buzz-Kill.

Friday, February 4, 2011


A lot has happened in the last week. I have gained weight, grown facial hair and I have been hurled through the air and dropped into a totally different culture and economy. Yes I left for college, and I’ve been here for a few days. Its beautiful here; totally diverse place, so many people. The parties are to die for! Still I won’t say I don’t have problems adjusting, there’s the weather, new people, the lack of Boda Bodas to deal with. But hey, that’s college for you, starting over. Despite the minor setbacks, I’ve been having the time of my life…until the flu hit me yesterday; what a drag. And no, no special guys yet, but there’s plenty of eye candy, responsive eye candy for a change. For once in my life I feel like I could actually date someone and walk down the street with him hand in hand, the ocean roaring in support in the background. I just have to make that happen now.

I apologise for the sketchy post, I’m struggling with flu and headache…darn weather changes! I’m actually afraid that I might not write quality blogs anymore now that I’m gonna be busy with schedules and all, but I guess we’ll see where this college thing takes us.

College Kid.

Thursday, January 27, 2011


Whenever we hear of gay personalities being killed, our minds usually wander off to the Caribbean Island of Jamaica. At least for me it does. Never ever did I think it would hit close to home. If people do nothing, Uganda will fast become one of those highlighted-in-red states. 

I woke up this morning to the tragic news of David Kato, a Ugandan gay activist’s death. Yes, he's the one that was on the front page of the hang them campaign. He was also among those that recently won a case against the rolling rug. Sometimes we undermine the level of hate that lies underneath the everyday smiles that are typical of Ugandan society. Somewhere in a crowd of happy people, there is always a sad sad soul that will want to take out their life’s failures and disappointment on someone else…regardless whether it is triggered by a newspaper outing, money or long-harbored disdain. This is one of those days that I feel overcome with helplessness for the human condition.

It all seemed so surreal to me in the morning when I found out. Then it got scary. It’s now sad. Like I said before, I don’t know any of the gay activists personally, hell, I don’t even hang out in the big gay circles, but hearing about this tragedy I can’t help but feel close to this person…the things he has done for the struggle for equality in this country. The LGBT community truly has suffered a huge loss, the loss of a brave man. We should not mourn over David Kato’s death; we cannot let him become just another statistic. He’d want us to celebrate the life he lived and honor it by being just as brave and as proactive as he was. Fearless.

It is truly sad that this man did not live long enough to see the full equality he so relentlessly fought for, a freedom that is yet to lend a glimpse of itself to us. One day that freedom will appear on the horizon…it will arrive. And wherever David Kato is, he will smile with us.

May His Soul Rest In Eternal Peace.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011


Ever get the feeling that God owes us…I mean, first he makes us gay, then he has his followers going around saying its something we chose, as if someone would choose to be a moving target every single day, especially in Africa.

Back then when I thought being gay was a bad thing, I’d ask God why he’d do such a thing to me. Once in a while I’d cry when I was alone and go over and over in my head about how sad and unfortunate my life was…eventually I stopped and realized how much I had going on for me in the non-sexuality department. I was extremely talented compared to my classmates…I was creative, I’d ace tests even though I’d sleep all day in class.  All of a sudden it occurred to me that I might actually be okay, actually better off than most people. I always liked to say to myself; God took 'normal' sexuality away from you and gave you so much more.

In the middle of high school, I discovered the Internet…why did it take so darn long? I was fifteen. I started to look around…and so I found. I found many other people like me. Round wholesome people like myself, everyday people, black, white, Asian, Hispanic, African people. And they were all gay. Suddenly being gay was not bad anymore. God had not compensated anything lacking in me. There was nothing to repair. One day in the holidays I walked to my bathroom mirror and finally gave voice to the words. I AM GAY. I laughed. That silly label. I had always known I liked boys, like since…ever. I had an immense crush on Aladdin as a three year old. I just did not have a word for it. 

Its funny how I thought most gay people were bad looking…like God had just dumped all the rejects into that one box. But I think we all know how contrary that is to the truth. You can’t help but wonder, if God hates fags,…then why are they so darn cute?

One thing I’ve learnt so far is you can either go on and on about how unfair God/life is, or you can choose to simply be happy. Choose to focus on those things that are good in your life…and yes, that includes your beautiful sexuality. You can create bliss for yourself. Happiness is a state of mind and cannot be moved by anything on the outside…be it newspaper outings, or the Kampala heat these days.  

Thursday, January 13, 2011


The people I admire the most are those that have the courage to stand up against the overwhelming tide of public opinion that is contrary to theirs and say exactly what they think is right...even when it means they’ll lose everything. Today I’m celebrating these kinds of people. What courage! It’s the kind of courage I see when one gay Ugandan comes out to his parents knowing all too well what is at stake, but doing it anyway just so they can be themselves…so that two, three, four gay teens can see that life indeed goes on after coming out, regardless of how they’re viewed after that. So that that gay comedian can see he’ll still be just as funny after coming out…or that gay teacher, or matatu driver.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011


Isn’t it amazing how someone can look you, me, us in the face and boldly tell us we chose to be gay. It’s not God’s plan, that’s what they say. I just don’t understand. Case in point the large and in charge black woman in this video at 4.22. Check out Botox Blondie at 2.40 as well. Did you catch that? I mean the logical thing to do if you wanted to find out whether gay people are born that way or not would be to ask the gay people themselves,...what better way?

Monday, January 3, 2011


I’m really inspired. Just returned from my hometown (I refuse to say village) and had lots of fun meeting relatives…saw the cutest kid in the whole world again; my little cousin Sam…last time I saw him he was the size of my blackberry. It’s nice to be back in the city.

Sitting here in my bedroom at 11:00pm, I’m reading about the recent victory of our gay activists against the rolling trash can. Another victory, another step, another smile.