The Day I Find Out My Son Is Gay

father talking to sonFOREWORD: This poem was adapted by Teflondon from an originally written poem by Okina Idek, titled ‘If My Son Were To Be Gay’, and originally published on thelmathinks.com.

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The day I find out my son is gay

I will get on my knees and pray

Ask God to give him strength

For on this earth, Gay equals pain

I will call on him, I will say:

Son, I know it is who you are

But in society, we all play parts

No one will understand you being gay

They will fight you and break you

Hover and dim the brightness that is your light

They will discriminate against and incriminate you

They will judge and barricade you from happiness

They will not rest, son. No, they won’t.

But strive not to give up who you are Continue reading

JAMES’ JOURNAL (Entry 33)

Blog_James' JournalApril 3

*searches deep down into soul for something inspirational to write*

*finds out all the soul is thinking about is the big box of chocolates in the freezer*

Hello creatures of KD. I hail all of una… The Queen mother of dragons, the ever controversial Gad, the slightly venomous Max, Pinky the demon who thrives on controversy, my new friend Mitch, everyone else I can’t mention, and the ghosts who show up to read and not say squat for fear of being destroyed by our sharp-tongued brethren. Why don’t y’all take a chance and comment today? Hope y’all had a lovely month-end weekend. Scratch that – can’t bear the thought that your weekends were better than mine, because nobody else deserves to be happy unless I’m happy.

This past weekend has been one heck of a ride, and I was taken back approximately four years ago when on Friday, my mum asked me the question again: “Are you still gay?”

I knew she knew the answer, so I didn’t bother lying. She then said she wanted me to go see a pastor. She said he’s a man of God gifted with prayers and etc. I agreed. Last time something like this was brought up, I disagreed. This time however, I agreed because I’m supposed to honour my parents. Continue reading

My Prayer For Us All

First, a fellow kitodiariesian mentioned it in one of his comments, about a friend of his who was murdered in a hook-up gone wrong. Then a friend sent me the link to where it was reported online. He’d been abducted, ransomed and later killed. A young, good-looking, promising gay man with his whole life ahead of him – that life now suddenly, brutally cut short.

And his crime was simply that he lusted after who this country thinks he shouldn’t desire.

I didn’t want to say anything on KD about this. I rejected outrightly the notion of even updating a post on the murder. But as I contemplated it, I felt a deep grief in my heart. I don’t even know the deceased, but I can imagine the horror, the despair he must have felt in the final moments of his life. And my imagination of it, my relation to his pain, brought tears to my eyes.

And it made me say a prayer, one I’d like to now share with y’all. Continue reading