nicky_bitchy (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} nicky_bitchy) wrote,@ 2007-10-20 12:11:00 |
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Because I am your child too. by uberred
Protect your children. Protect the family. Protect our values. Protect society. Retain 377a because homosexuality is immoral they say. I am browsing through the rebuttal to www.repeal377a.com and am struck by their comments. People talk about protecting their children almost as if they can be corrupted and turned gay. You cannot be turned gay; it is an orientation that is inherent.
Nevertheless, they’re using that as one of the reasons in retaining the law to protect the children.
What am I then? Aren’t I someone’s child too?
The same child whose diapers you changed as a baby, whose mouth you wiped as you spooned baby food. The same child you comforted when he cried on his first day at school with all these strange grown ups talking loudly. The same child you give pocket money to buy 50 cents chicken rice during recess time.
I am the same naughty child scratching his scabs, who fell off his bike and bruised his knee. The same child who came running to you after getting his PSLE results clutching the slip in one hand and a broad grin from one ear to the other. The one you put up with during his mood swings as a teenager growing distant into secondary school.
Yes, I am the same child. Someone’s child. I buy flowers for my mum on Mother’s Day to tell her I love her. And yet I ponder into the still night if she will love me back if she knew I’m gay. Would she punish herself and indulge in self-blame if I told her? Would she throw me out of the house?
And yet, this is who I am and I can’t change it. I didn’t choose to be gay. I just am. But I’m still the same child who called you at 9:30pm from Pulau Tekong on his first day of BMT, botak yet proud and saying that he misses home so much.
I’m still the child whose favourite dishes he whacked on his first book out from camp as he explodes into stories of how he held a rifle, of how he gets up at 5am every morning to exercise, but he never tells you that he lies down in his bunk, closes his eyes and prays silently for his family to be okay even though he’s not around to see them.
Why do you have to protect your children and family life against me? Am I not part of the family too? And how do I “infect the heartlands” as Minister Mentor Lee says when, being born in an HDB flat 40 minutes away from town, I too AM the heartlands?
I’m not asking that you, the reader become pro-gay or spur you on to sign any petitions. I’m asking that you take your time and understand; that I, am your child too.
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Protect your children. Protect the family. Protect our values. Protect society. Retain 377a because homosexuality is immoral they say. I am browsing through the rebuttal to www.repeal377a.com and am struck by their comments. People talk about protecting their children almost as if they can be corrupted and turned gay. You cannot be turned gay; it is an orientation that is inherent.
Nevertheless, they’re using that as one of the reasons in retaining the law to protect the children.
What am I then? Aren’t I someone’s child too?
The same child whose diapers you changed as a baby, whose mouth you wiped as you spooned baby food. The same child you comforted when he cried on his first day at school with all these strange grown ups talking loudly. The same child you give pocket money to buy 50 cents chicken rice during recess time.
I am the same naughty child scratching his scabs, who fell off his bike and bruised his knee. The same child who came running to you after getting his PSLE results clutching the slip in one hand and a broad grin from one ear to the other. The one you put up with during his mood swings as a teenager growing distant into secondary school.
Yes, I am the same child. Someone’s child. I buy flowers for my mum on Mother’s Day to tell her I love her. And yet I ponder into the still night if she will love me back if she knew I’m gay. Would she punish herself and indulge in self-blame if I told her? Would she throw me out of the house?
And yet, this is who I am and I can’t change it. I didn’t choose to be gay. I just am. But I’m still the same child who called you at 9:30pm from Pulau Tekong on his first day of BMT, botak yet proud and saying that he misses home so much.
I’m still the child whose favourite dishes he whacked on his first book out from camp as he explodes into stories of how he held a rifle, of how he gets up at 5am every morning to exercise, but he never tells you that he lies down in his bunk, closes his eyes and prays silently for his family to be okay even though he’s not around to see them.
Why do you have to protect your children and family life against me? Am I not part of the family too? And how do I “infect the heartlands” as Minister Mentor Lee says when, being born in an HDB flat 40 minutes away from town, I too AM the heartlands?
I’m not asking that you, the reader become pro-gay or spur you on to sign any petitions. I’m asking that you take your time and understand; that I, am your child too.
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