03 April 2007
Hug you
29 March 2007
Always want to be a writer?
Needing
19 March 2007
Mom and my wedding
07 March 2007
An odd moment in Hilversum
As I was walking to the store to get coffee and something for dinner tonight I noticed something about those standing under overhangs or just inside the door of the stores. It rains a lot in the Netherlands. The rain comes and it goes and the dutchies I saw about were waiting it out. I had never thought, wait until it passes so I don't get wet, I just go about. Why wait inside when there are things to do and places to be? I imagine it's like waiting for the rain to stop in London on a spring evening. An observation is all it was.
There was a moment the other day after I got my letter of acceptance that life was really going to begin for me in Holland. My goodness I can't get that bubbly scary feeling in my stomach. After waiting for my residence permit to be applied for and then to wait while they process it that's all I can remember doing is waiting! Now that all I have to do is wait just a tad longer for it to come to me I am a little curious as to what it feels like not to wait. What does it feel like not to wait?
01 March 2007
Discrimination
From the time I was a child I knew I was different. I looked at myself different when I watched people. I did not have the capability to know that there was a term for people like me. That didn’t stop me from wondering, that didn’t keep me from roaming around the playground and stores looking for people like me who looked at others the way I did. Terms didn’t stop me from looking and terms didn’t stop me from wondering if I was somehow broken. Was I different because I wasn’t made right. Maybe my parents noticed I was odd but didn’t want to hurt my feelings. If I told them I thought I was odd would they hate me? Just a few things a child comes out with. I was gay and I know that now.
So what does that mean to me now? It means I like the same sex. It means that I am in fact different from the norm of society. And I suppose it is that difference which means people can look at me as though I am plagued. It means that because I have someone in my bed that society does not approve of I can be treated as though my voice does not matter. However, I want to tell you something. My voice does matter. Just because that voice comes from a gay person does not mean it sounds any different, it doesn’t and it wants to be heard. I see it as such an issue in politics and religions all over the world. It makes its way on the news and the floors of government parliaments and congresses. There are parties trying to treat me like I am diseased and I don’t understand why. Can’t anyone tell me why?