Tuesday, April 06, 2004
Whoo...blogdrama with 2 bloggers yesterday...not with me. However, it got me to thinking about something else. Over this past weekend, I got to learn a bit more about this friend of mine. I'm not really close to him as I am with others. However, little by little, I'm getting to know him. Anyways, to the point, he's been kinda disowned by his folks, definitely by his mother.
This leads to our (Kitch and me) belief that our family is compiled of friends. Just about more than half of gay people have been disowned by their own flesh and blood. It could be due to religious conflicts, lack of awareness, homophobia, stupidity or a combination of all. I mean...really...how can someone actually disown their own child? (I'm sure in some cases, heterosexual children have disowned their gay parents.)
While I understand that there are some gays who have not been disowned but have to constantly deal with being "scolded" by parents/siblings/relatives/friends for doing something sinful. That alone can be pressuring and definitely can make you feel like a little boy/girl. Who needs that? If your folks are ashamed of who you are...that's their problem and they don't need to throw it on you. You have enough shit on your plate.
So, yeah...our family are our friends. It's nice to have a stress-free holiday or vacation. I'll never forget this one holiday. It's one of my favorite memories of Gallaudet. It was Thanksgiving (1999, I believe). Ridor opened up his home, with Dylan W., and invited his friends over for dinner. Not everyone there was gay but just about almost. It was nice to be somewhere with friends, and not alone in your dorm room. Yeah, there are some people, at gatherings, you just don't care for, but in those moments, bitchiness is put on pause.
That's one of the reason I love the yearly vacation to Rehoboth Beach, Delaware. Deaf gays meet there every August. It's sorta like a family reunion/vacation. We all go there, for a weekend,and just to hang out at the beach, sun-bathe, dine, party and catch up on news. We know that summer is almost over and it's just the right time to go and meet up with our "family". It's not just local friends from DC...this family also include friends from MD, VA, NY, PA, NJ and other nearby states. So, I'm looking forward to that weekend with my "family".
Moving on...I was reading this article and it's sorta like a catch-22. Ok, I understand the heightened alert of bomb threats and unattended packages in transit systems. The transit systems are looking for ways to beef up security. The Metro system have been "talking" about conducting random searches to riders. They're not sure if it'll be conducted on rails or buses or both. They're not even sure if they will even do the random searches, due to concerns.
Yeah, that's all good but not good for riders who have appointments or are late for work. Imagine one morning, you wake up, only to find out you have overslept a bit. You have estimated if this + this + this = you just might make it to work on the dot. So, you're rushing like you have an ant up your ass and just about to get on the metro and you get tapped on the shoulder. You turn and it's the Metro Transit Police, motioning you to step aside for a search. Fuckity fuck! You're like...you've been riding the same metro line for years and you're not stupid enough to carry illegal things...and yet they want to do a search. They go through your bag/purse...prolly use a portable electronic scanner around your body. After the search, you just know you are SO late for work or for your appointment.
So, good idea or not?
Anyways, really must be getting to work...
ta ta
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This leads to our (Kitch and me) belief that our family is compiled of friends. Just about more than half of gay people have been disowned by their own flesh and blood. It could be due to religious conflicts, lack of awareness, homophobia, stupidity or a combination of all. I mean...really...how can someone actually disown their own child? (I'm sure in some cases, heterosexual children have disowned their gay parents.)
While I understand that there are some gays who have not been disowned but have to constantly deal with being "scolded" by parents/siblings/relatives/friends for doing something sinful. That alone can be pressuring and definitely can make you feel like a little boy/girl. Who needs that? If your folks are ashamed of who you are...that's their problem and they don't need to throw it on you. You have enough shit on your plate.
So, yeah...our family are our friends. It's nice to have a stress-free holiday or vacation. I'll never forget this one holiday. It's one of my favorite memories of Gallaudet. It was Thanksgiving (1999, I believe). Ridor opened up his home, with Dylan W., and invited his friends over for dinner. Not everyone there was gay but just about almost. It was nice to be somewhere with friends, and not alone in your dorm room. Yeah, there are some people, at gatherings, you just don't care for, but in those moments, bitchiness is put on pause.
That's one of the reason I love the yearly vacation to Rehoboth Beach, Delaware. Deaf gays meet there every August. It's sorta like a family reunion/vacation. We all go there, for a weekend,and just to hang out at the beach, sun-bathe, dine, party and catch up on news. We know that summer is almost over and it's just the right time to go and meet up with our "family". It's not just local friends from DC...this family also include friends from MD, VA, NY, PA, NJ and other nearby states. So, I'm looking forward to that weekend with my "family".
Moving on...I was reading this article and it's sorta like a catch-22. Ok, I understand the heightened alert of bomb threats and unattended packages in transit systems. The transit systems are looking for ways to beef up security. The Metro system have been "talking" about conducting random searches to riders. They're not sure if it'll be conducted on rails or buses or both. They're not even sure if they will even do the random searches, due to concerns.
Yeah, that's all good but not good for riders who have appointments or are late for work. Imagine one morning, you wake up, only to find out you have overslept a bit. You have estimated if this + this + this = you just might make it to work on the dot. So, you're rushing like you have an ant up your ass and just about to get on the metro and you get tapped on the shoulder. You turn and it's the Metro Transit Police, motioning you to step aside for a search. Fuckity fuck! You're like...you've been riding the same metro line for years and you're not stupid enough to carry illegal things...and yet they want to do a search. They go through your bag/purse...prolly use a portable electronic scanner around your body. After the search, you just know you are SO late for work or for your appointment.
So, good idea or not?
Anyways, really must be getting to work...
ta ta
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