(Raped and killed for being a lesbian)
I hate to start the entry with such a solemn topic but I feel you ought to know what is going on. When Nic showed me this entry earlier this evening, I was upset, disturbed and of course, angered.
This brings us back to the very fundamentals of acceptance - In order to be socially accepted, we have to give up being who we truly are. Does that make sense? Isn't ostracizing lesbians and gays a form of racism too? To exhibit discriminatory or abusive behavior towards members of another race, in this case, of another sexual preference/orientation.
I know of many who cannot fathom the reason behind anyone being lesbian or gay. My dad for one, finds lesbians and gays repugnant. But there is no need to exhibit dislike or hatred through violence. How does violence help? It just goes to show that men are inarticulate and insecure and the only way to feed their ego is through hurting those weaker than them. Lesbianism and respect doesn't exist in the minds of the men who don't understand it.
I'm lesbian. Do I have to watch my back now?
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On a lighter note.
I'm glad to announce that my absence is not due to the lack of activities but on the contrary, the influx of it. I'm living life a little more actively now. Just last night, I attended a stand-up by our local Drag comedian, Kumar. God bless that magnificent talent for her/his outrageous jokes about sex, race and government and ability to crack an audience of 1000 up; within seconds into the show. I'm serious, seconds.
Next Show: Sing Dollar in July. Tickets out on 25th March. Support local talent! (:
And now that my work schedule's so slack (I'm not exactly thrilled 'cos the wallet's running on empty), I swim on a regular basis and meet up with friends - some of which I haven't seen since the day I left secondary school. I also get to enjoy the luxury of waking up at 2:30pm, decide that I want to dominate the kitchen for the day and 'whip up' something for the family.
To digress a little, the word 'family' still feels strangely weird coming from me; written or spoken. As we all know, I've been living with Nic and her family for the past 2 years and though her mom often jokes that I'm the 'fake' daughter, technically that still doesn't make them 'family'. No, change that to, "That still doesn't make 'me' family."
Anyway.
On this perfect day, nothing's standing in my way (except for a pimple that disturbingly resembles a disgusting gun-shot wound on my right cheek), the 'experiment' also known as Shepherd's Pie yielded a couple of rewarding, "Taste pretty good!" from my guinea pigs.
That's all folks. Yours truly is off to bed.
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