Heath Ledger, that fag-enabling pervert, is dead. That sordid, tacky bucket of slime seasoned with vomit known as ‘Brokeback Mountain’ mocked God, and He hates fags. Heath Ledger is dead and he is now in hell. Or so the Westboro Baptist Church, a US-based church known for its ‘God Hates Fags’ campaign, would like us to believe. Immediately after Ledger’s death, they announced that they would picket his funeral to drive home their point. Continue reading
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Rainbow Conversations
The most controversial part came from the questions raised by Prof. Gary Dowsett of Latrobe University in Melbourne. To sum up the presentations and discussions during the Rainbow Conversations, a human rights conference held from January 28-31, 2008 in conjunction with the first Asia-Pacific Outgames, Prof. Dowsett asked why words like activism and oppression were conspicuously absent in the language that we use. We resorted, instead, to words like advocacy, which implies working within the system to push for reforms, and homophobia, a psychosocial attitude, a type of fear.
And if we indeed learned anything from the Rainbow Conversations, a gathering of lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, intersex, and queer (LGBTIQ) from Australia, New Zealand, Vietnam, Singapore, India and the Philippines to talk about the situation of LGBTIQ individuals and communities in the region and the struggle for equality, it is this: we are not facing a mere phobia, we are facing oppression, a systematic exclusion of LGBTIQs and their persecution. And we can’t afford to be mere advocates working within the system, we have to be activists resisting the status quo and imagining a different world. Continue reading
Fear of flying
I’m in the airport, waiting for my flight, and i wish to tell you a little secret: I am seriously scared shit of flying. My palms get wet, soaking the pages of the book that I pretend to read, every time the plane takes off or lands. I try not to sleep, and when I do fall asleep, I panic every time the flight attendant wakes me up for refreshment. Air pockets bring me to the edge. Flying makes me think about life after death, and whether or not I would need a jacket in transition.
So, maybe to calm myself a little bit, I thought I’d just think about death head on, morbid thoughts be damned. If there’s life after death, I swear to visit all of my good friends and share with them personally my discovery. I won’t be the butterfly hovering about – that’s too gay and I am/was already gay – or that mysterious and surprising scent of flowers while you’re preparing to sleep. I will just lie next to you and whisper your name, your complete name to be precise, so that you’d know that it’s me and not a relative or a regular hada.
I want to be cremated. Don’t hold a wake, but a little solidarity dinner is fine. A film showing is good, too, since I really would like to watch Amelie again. Find that bastard who borrowed my VCD of Amelie and retrieve my copy and I promise I won’t visit you. I’ll just send you an SMS next Christmas just to remind you how much I miss you. All of my stuffs are to go to my family. Stacks of unused condoms in the drawer can no longer be used, not even as decors for the solidarity dinner, since they just remind me of how cold my previous nights were.
Ooppss. Time to board. Whatever happens I promise to finish this entry. See you all!
Remembering EDSA II
Today, we are commemorating the seventh year of EDSA Dos. The GMA administration wants us to forget EDSA Dos, but how can that be possible? I was there. I will always remember EDSA Dos for what it truly is: a moment of indignation and unity, of a sense of honor among ordinary Filipinos.
The GMA administration finds it easy to forget about EDSA because it wasn’t theirs in the first place. How can you foget something whose soul is already in your heart? Continue reading
