The Christmas Guest (gays raising children)

Yesterday I visited my family for Christmas. Picture a pack of folks together and talking politics, Black issues, life and more. The only thing in this that screams is our voices trying to be heard. Surinamme and her people's attitude; Black leaders; Jews (how peculiar is it that black folks always tend to recall the non-African ancestry in them); the queen of England and her X-mas speech in which she, to our liking, showed images of Trinidad & Tobago-while we wonder when Queen Beatrix (of Holland) will do this with her (former)colonies?; economic traits and the list goes on.

The food was good. The discussions were of a balnced heat level that makes my cousin google while we conversate conversations & quotes. Machiavelli; India, Willy Lynch Letter; The Mis-Education Of The Negro; Illuminati; Soufism, Carol's Daughter


A friend of my cousin that was there and at introduction looked like my someones lover (a man that is) felt the need from the beginning of the night to lay his academic and at the same time narrow-social thoughts down to we people. The arrogance of his demeanor and my observational gaydar could not let the analyses wander out of my mind.

Anyway...somehow we came to the discussion concerning gay (is always an issue at this house) couples raising a child. He was against it using the child as his object of concern (reminds of folks protecting their Zwarte Piet using the child's point of view - when referring to this he finds this insulting-the nerve!).

His demeanor tried not to allow me to end one sentence and bringing in the old bible was the stick he chose to fight this never-ending battle (-->in his eyes - where is my discussion?). My response to him comming from a thinking-out-of-the box corner and explaining that I choose not to change minds but to broaden them by sharing a piece of mind and experience. He didn't have it and became somewhat insulting in his sarcasm. The conversations and essence of the entire night being that poeple are not concerned in others-just believing in what they were taught and thinking that this is the only way ...It didn't sink in. I is it FEAR?

These are times in which I realise (agaian) that some people tackle an issue from the win-lose situation in order for their needs that till this day is not proven to be constructive for manind - To have it their way- Disrespect reaped in not looking in one's eye when having a conversation-superior habits which stem from a colonial status whisch is denied within - not listening to another no matter what your believes are...is it THE disease here?!

What do you do in matters as this
- Do you choose to stay quiet?
- Have a conversations from within (told him it is a insult to the gay community)?
- Do you choose not to speak from your heart combined with mind?
- Do you give in to silence which could be GOLD at times?

I choose to live - Be woman in expressing my womb talks and excepting the difference that lives within us...chose silence to take time to realise and BE...and it felt damn good!

Flash Forward: in ten years...

I The Christmas Guest walking with his man/lover hand in hand alongside waterkant and I say

Beautiful daughter you have...how have you been?

He doesn't say a word...walks on...holds the hands of his daughter tight...then still looks back and winks as he did on Christmas Day in 2009.

Homophobia is the disease...
LIFE...loving it!



Lucky Dube Sleeping Dogs

I' m ready to be happy
I' ve been down too long
It' s time to rise above it all
I put a big smile across my face as
I walk down joy street yeah
Follow me if you can
But leave all the burdens behind
Don' t look to the past
It' ll make you passteristik
Look to the future
It' ll make you futuristik
Hey mister! Hey sir!
Don' t open that cupboard
I don' t want no
skeletons falling out
I don' t want no bones falling out
I don' t want my past
Catching up with me
'Cause I' m happy oh......

Chorus:
Let sleeping dogs lie
[ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/67V8 ]

I see two men in the street
Holding hands and kissing
The other one looks
The other one smiles
When the other one smiles
The other one blushes
I didn' t wanna know
What' s going on
As long as they' re happy
I don' t wanna look up
to politicians
They' re gonna feed me
Political bull
And I will have
Political diarrhoea
Don' t look to the past
It' ll make you passteristik
( Don' t look it up -
Me just made it up )
Look to the future
It' ll make you futuristik
Hey mister! Hey sir!
Don' t open that cupboard
I don' t want no bones falling out