Late morning for me.
Was early to bed, or should have been. A heavy workday, plus a meeting where I listened without talking. Silence is sometimes instructive. But I decided to hike back on my way from the meeting.
Minutes after I was home, was hearing on an fm station that it was raining in downtown
Ever listened to a bird sing? I live in a garden. And I am just starting to appreciate that many times my ears are closed.
Pure liquid notes. Repeated again and again. Poignant, sunny, sad- all that is in bird songs. Not in the chorus of the morning, that is a cheery thing. But listen to one bird split the air with a call. Listen to one touch a mate with a croon.
Of the world,
I am not sure whether the peace deal with the ‘Lord’s Resistance Army’ (LRA) is going to hold anytime soon.
In the meeting yesterday, I was silent, listening to the coping methods of one hard hit group of individuals. People living with HIV.
It is something that people have to survive. And I listened and learnt of the compromises that people make. Life itself, coping with life, with love, with family, friends, with getting onto medicines. The tiny, infinitesimal decisions which I do not have to think about, which have to be ironed out, on a daily, hourly basis. There were some who were affirming the fact that they were positive. It was interesting to compare the fact that the stigma of HIV causes those who are positive to be in a kind of closet. And to find the same kind of bitter sweet relief that I find in affirming my gay sexuality.
Its true, and amazing. Life is a challenge. When I look at the challenges I face, sometimes I forget that others have some more challenging problems.
Now, my love has decided that he has to choose my clothes for me. He says my sense of cleanness shames him. That I choose from the wash-basket, and from the un-ironed if he is not around to make sure that I don’t.
So, he lays them out for me. Problem, my sense of fashion and his do not always coincide.
But I would rather face that problem, than some that I might if I was someone else!
Enjoy your day, it is beautiful, and wonderful as is. Take some time to appreciate it.
The saddest thing about the Kenyan situation is how it appears to endorse violence or militarism as a solution. Even Britain is now suggesting the army intervene; and the MDC opposition in Zimbabwe have taken on board the lesson that violence attracts international attention & concern in a way nothing else seems to.
Hey there, just replying to a comment you made on antipop's entry.....
I hate lies period. And if you came to me and admitted to me that you were bi before we began any sort of dating, then at the end of the day, it would be my call. Meaning that if i caught u cheating with whomever, i would not be so shocked.....I would just be hurt and move on....but imagine i didnt know...then i would be hurt, shocked and traumatised....boy do you want to kill me....and there is nothing wrong with being gay....we just have to get used to it i guess.
Kenya, well, just needs our prayers. And may not settle despite that. Too many egos involved.
I think I do understand you. And I do agree, about not encouraging lies. But one has to be realistic. With the stigma that is in Uganda, how many gay men are going to tell potential partners that they are gay? One has to understand that it is a matter of survival. Either tell the lie and survive, or dont and risk very dire consequences. So, should we blame them because they do?
Maybe I have a different perspective, because I have had to do the lying too!
Have you read the link to the Israel article? And yes, my next post is about a 14 year old boy who was shot dead because he dared to make a pass at a classmate.
Lies are not good, true. Lies may be necessary to survive, especially if you are in any kind of closet.
Ironed? Wow, I haven't worn something ironed since high school. Oh, for the crispness of something ironed, I envy you.
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