Monday, January 12, 2009

The Lingerie Show

Living in North America affords me the opportunity to interact openly with gay men and lesbians. It's a privilege I cherish, having grown up in a society where I was made to feel ashamed of my attraction for men. Last night I went to a lingerie party, at the queer house on campus, and was pleasantly surprised by the performances on stage. Transsexuals, parading along the runway with androgynous bodies; Gay men and lesbians letting loose as raucous crowds cheered them on; and even Heterosexuals traversing gender lines as they wear underwear traditionally worn by the opposite sex, proud of their bodies, and assured of their sexualities. This is a scene I would never have been able to savour in Jamaica.

I miss my family, and I miss my Jamaican food, but I'm not sure if I can go back to living a life shrouded in secrecy and shame. I decided long ago that I would live my life for myself, not Jamaican society. I want to be on stage. I want to be proud of myself too, and I want everyone to know it. 


  1. preach it brother! i understand thsi sentiment completely. does one live at home, in this place that they love and deny themself? or do they really live.

  2. I felt the same way my first year in college. I spoke at lenght to closes made friends on my possible bisexuality and they confided in me their homosexual inclinations. We bonded quickly. It was freedom. Joyful, sticky with youth and immensely liberating.

    I felt like there was no need to return to a society that was ashamed of me, would ridicule me when they had the chance to, banish me if they were allowed to.I did eventually go back home and I realised it was needed for me to know that no matter where I am, I don't need a society to tell me that I'm right or wrong. I determine my happiness.

    And I make it whether I'm in the states or in Trindiad because their thoughts no longer bind me as they use to.


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