Anger
I was born that way.I have had those feelings...those longings... all my life.
She takes a breath, desperately hoping to communicate to her countrymen.
It is not unnatural. I am not sick because I feel this way. I do not need to be helped, and I do not need to be cured. What I do need -- what all of those like me need -- is your understanding and your compassion.
She walks along the line of her accusers.
We do not injure you in any way. And yet we are scorned, andattacked. And all because we are different.
A hush has fallen over the room as everyone listens to her impassioned speech.
What we do is no different from what you do. We talk and laugh...we complain about work and we wonder about growing old... we talk about our families, and we worry about the future...
We cry with each other when things seem hopeless.
All the loving things that you do with each other... that's what we do. And for that, we are called misfits, and deviants...and criminals.
She looks around at her countrymen, head high,unafraid, angry.
What right do you have to punish us? What right do you have to change us? What makes you think you can dictate how people love each other?
She takes a breath, desperately hoping to communicate to her countrymen.
It is not unnatural. I am not sick because I feel this way. I do not need to be helped, and I do not need to be cured. What I do need -- what all of those like me need -- is your understanding and your compassion.
She walks along the line of her accusers.
We do not injure you in any way. And yet we are scorned, andattacked. And all because we are different.
A hush has fallen over the room as everyone listens to her impassioned speech.
What we do is no different from what you do. We talk and laugh...we complain about work and we wonder about growing old... we talk about our families, and we worry about the future...
We cry with each other when things seem hopeless.
All the loving things that you do with each other... that's what we do. And for that, we are called misfits, and deviants...and criminals.
She looks around at her countrymen, head high,unafraid, angry.
What right do you have to punish us? What right do you have to change us? What makes you think you can dictate how people love each other?
posted by Dunce Happy at 11:45 PM
4 Comments:
Well said!
Hey Peter! Glad you liked it. So how come youve visited Chennai. Where did you go?
Hi, DH!
I went to Chennai in June for a Bi friend's wedding in Bangalore. After the wedding, I went to Hyderabad and visited with a guy I'd been chatting with on Gay.com for over a year, and from there we went to Delhi, and Agra (after spending 24 hours traveling, I was NOT going to miss seeing the Taj!). Had a very interesting time. Would like to go back some day.
Peter
Dear DH:
Namaste!
As I said, I'd love to go back - to see places like Kerala, Goa, Vellore (1st Sepoy Mutiny), Mumbai for the caves at Ellora and Ajanta), Lucknow, and Dehli (again).
Since being there, I've read some great books by a Scotsman, William Dalrymple, who has been part-me resident in India for over 20 years. "City of Djins" is the history of Delhi. "White Moghuls" is about the very early British who adopted Indian Moghul lifestyles. I am currently reading "Freedom at Midnight," about the struggle for freedom and the events leading to partition in 1947.
If you would care to, you can email me at: grant261@optonline.net
Take care, and write more! I like your writing!
Peter
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