The World is a Paradise

The world is a paradise,

all done up in purple.

Hey, just realized something. A fact that I will always live with. We, homosexuals, we gays, will never be loved by the world. For one reason or another, we will not be loved completely. Even where we are loved best, many find a reason to hate us.

Strange thing to say. But then, I do not like to make myself think ‘politically correctly’. Life is too interesting for that.

But then, even if we are never loved, we are not in a popularity contest. We have to live and love ourselves.

Growing up gay is tough. Real tough. Tougher than growing up straight. But the upside of it? Few straight people will ever get the sweet taste of self realization and self acceptance which a coming out challenges.

Ok, think of it this way.

I grew up in Uganda. It is home.

Despite the coups, the ideals swept under carpets, the corruption and poverty.

I went to an Oliver Twist like boarding school when I was a kid, and was hungry more than I was satisfied, and went to class barefooted and squeaked through the school system. I have known poverty, and known hunger, and known cruelty. I have lived with war, and seen people shot up, children dying of hunger, and myself torn up with a lack of knowledge, and failing to touch.

Yet, I am alive.

And not just alive, I am singing with life.

I cannot take life easily. I will not marry it to ideals, I will not slave it to anything. I will just live it, beautiful as it is.

Life has no guarantees, and its better be lived like that.

I appreciate a well ordered, life of abundance. Cheque in the bank every end of the month, no bills but those which I can afford, to pay, and pay well. And opportunities to fly and see other parts of the world. Beautiful other places of the world.

But, I can go back home, knowing that, I am content. Through the many struggles and difficulties at home, it is still home.

As a child, I have gone barefoot for days. Hungry for hours. I have begged food, meals off near strangers.

But I have survived. I am alive. And though wealth is very important, though money pays the bills and oils a lot of things, there can be something missing, even when all is paid for and I do not have to spend a cent.

So it is with being gay, and Ugandan, and African.

How many will look me in the eye and love me, despite all? It is more politically correct to love women and children. Men? Gay men? Ugggghhhhhh!

There is a gay agenda. A homosexual agenda. Self realization, and self respect and self appreciation, in spite of all the hate that a hostile world can throw towards me.

Yes, I will follow that gay agenda! And I will self realize, every second of the day.

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