Most of those who come to read my notes think I am a kind of a libertine girl who attempts to make them tolerate the intolerable, profane the sacred, and allow the impermissible. I have never aimed at one of these; all I have been doing was just speaking in my name about my life and my reality. This space is for me, just for me; and those who dislike what I write and what I reveal can click to close the window in a second; after all, they have closed all spaces to make me suffocate; I will not mind if they close a window… Like a little bird, imprisoned in a cage, I have learned to steal a resemblance of liberty from between the bars; I survive through my dreams and my hope in better days; I survive in confinement but I set the power and the faith in me free. They can detain me, but, alas, they can never imprison my soul and heart; I am here to suffer, and I am here to love; love is impossible to take hold of or have power over.
Frequent statistics show that homosexuals make up only about 3% of the whole population in each country. If the whole homosexual community makes but 3%, why do they fear us to such an extent? If we make 3% together, gays and lesbians, then the average of lesbians does not exceed 1.5%; am I such rare, am I such singular? Yes, I am rare, exceptional and singular, and yes about 97% of my fellow compatriots want to obliterate the existence of me claiming that I may deteriorate their pre-established order and transform scarcity into abundance. Never! I am not here to convert them heterosexuals; I am rare and I love being rare, unique and exceptional. I want none to enter my world and I want to enter the world of none; each of us cannot take the place of the other; none can feel at ease in the shoes of the other; I am not setting a border between us; and if there should be a border, I would call it “Respect”.
Tonight I called a friend; he told me to take care; it seems that my friend fears what the 97% of compatriots might do to make me shut up and fade away in the crowd. I have the stubbornness of a child. I was taught to circumvent fire for fire burn the skin; I was taught to avoid blades, for blades may wound my hands; I was taught to avoid incidents, but, I have always sought incidents. I have never been remorseful as I live in, by and through dangers and menaces. My stubbornness is my best friend; she has always been faithful to me as she has never let me down to fall in the grips of conformism and commonality; my stubbornness is the fuel that stirs my life to fill it with incidents, surprises and liveliness.
I will never let me down; I will always stand in the face of oppression; if they think, they are great for they are copious and profuse, I think I am the greatest for I am distinctive and defiant. I will never let me down; I will never let my difference down; I can melt in the crowd and dupe them the 97%, but, I will never do so; even if they love being duped, I will never do so. I will never help liars lie about me; I will never let cowards who fear my existence take pleasure in their cowardice. I will always be here and there to remind the forgetful, the neglectful, the liars and the cowards that I do exist, and that the 3% of us, homosexuals, are part of them whether we melt in the crowd or not.
-Faithinlove-
Frequent statistics show that homosexuals make up only about 3% of the whole population in each country. If the whole homosexual community makes but 3%, why do they fear us to such an extent? If we make 3% together, gays and lesbians, then the average of lesbians does not exceed 1.5%; am I such rare, am I such singular? Yes, I am rare, exceptional and singular, and yes about 97% of my fellow compatriots want to obliterate the existence of me claiming that I may deteriorate their pre-established order and transform scarcity into abundance. Never! I am not here to convert them heterosexuals; I am rare and I love being rare, unique and exceptional. I want none to enter my world and I want to enter the world of none; each of us cannot take the place of the other; none can feel at ease in the shoes of the other; I am not setting a border between us; and if there should be a border, I would call it “Respect”.
Tonight I called a friend; he told me to take care; it seems that my friend fears what the 97% of compatriots might do to make me shut up and fade away in the crowd. I have the stubbornness of a child. I was taught to circumvent fire for fire burn the skin; I was taught to avoid blades, for blades may wound my hands; I was taught to avoid incidents, but, I have always sought incidents. I have never been remorseful as I live in, by and through dangers and menaces. My stubbornness is my best friend; she has always been faithful to me as she has never let me down to fall in the grips of conformism and commonality; my stubbornness is the fuel that stirs my life to fill it with incidents, surprises and liveliness.
I will never let me down; I will always stand in the face of oppression; if they think, they are great for they are copious and profuse, I think I am the greatest for I am distinctive and defiant. I will never let me down; I will never let my difference down; I can melt in the crowd and dupe them the 97%, but, I will never do so; even if they love being duped, I will never do so. I will never help liars lie about me; I will never let cowards who fear my existence take pleasure in their cowardice. I will always be here and there to remind the forgetful, the neglectful, the liars and the cowards that I do exist, and that the 3% of us, homosexuals, are part of them whether we melt in the crowd or not.
-Faithinlove-
