Status: At work
Music: Come to Me – P. Diddy feat Nicole Scherzinger
And yes, I already bid goodbye to my German Pride layout and to my entire blogdrive account as well. From now on, I will be using wordpress and the domain name yoshke.com. But if you still want to see my old blog, all you have to do is click this.
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Anyway, as days go by, it becomes more and more difficult for me to conceal my gender from my family. The more I lie, the more I feel guilty. It would be very easy not to let them know about my sexuality, but lately they are getting suspicious and starting to ask questions that are really tough to answer.
Last week, while having dinner, my mum asked, “Oy, Yoshke, when are you going to bring another girlfriend here?”
And I answered so sweetly, “How can I bring a girlfriend? I don’t have one.”
My sister butted in, “The last time you introduced a girlfriend to us was December last year. Isn’t it time for us to meet a new one.”
“But I don’t have a girlfriend,” I uttered. “I have a boyfriend, though.”
Everybody laughed. It was a joke to them. Although it’s not true that I have a boyfriend right now, I wanted to see what their reactions would be. And they just laughed because they thought I was just joshing them.
But last Wednesday night was a different case. Again, we were having dinner when my mother initiated a talk about having a relative in the workplace. My sister and I share the same opinion, “No way.” And then she demanded for a reason.
I told Mum, “I wouldn’t want to be conscious of everything I do… especially when I know that he/she would tell the entire family of the going-ons in my life.”
My sister got curious, “Such as…?”
“Nothing,” I answered.
“Like something illegal, or something gay or something like it?”
And then my mum got on her feet and asked me with an eyebrow raised, “Are you gay?”
“HELL, NO!” I manly denied.
Oh well, that’s life. The dinner ended with a smug look on my face.
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Let me take this opportunity to actually bash some of my gay friends. It annoys me that I always have to explain about my sexuality. In fact I have already talked about it in detail here. And as I said before, I don’t believe in gender. Gender is just a social construct. It doesn’t matter to me if you’re gay or lesbian or bisexual or whatever you want to call the homosexual/bisexual lot. They are just labels anyway. For me, you’re either male or female. And I don’t care if you’re a man who likes women or other men. I just fuckin’ don’t care. To me, you’re still a man because you have a dick hanging between your legs.
And yes, sometimes I use the term bisexual when talking about myself not because I accept the idea but because I want other people to understand. I may like other men but I LIKE GIRLS, TOO. And if you don’t believe me, then don’t. As if your opinion matters to me anyway.
But for a gay person not to believe that there are people who like BOTH men and women, or those who find it so pretentious, it doesn’t make sense. To think that these are the people who have always wanted open-mindedness so that they be accepted. Why can’t you accept that not all people are like you. Not all people who like men cannot love women just as well. Why can’t you understand this? I don’t know if you just have a pea-sized brain or you have some comprehension problem or you are just plain stupid. Anyway, why am I explaining this now when I know that they will never ever understand.
For the last time, I will tell you this, I love both men and women. And if you don’t want to believe this just because you’re not like me, then what can I say? Try this, just get a dick and never take it out of your mouth if it’s the only way for you to shut up.
And yes, I’m talking to you Bebs and Rex.
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It’s my favourite sport but sometimes, football can be the cruelest game in the world. I know, I know. Germany lost. And it’s really difficult to absorb the truth. I have been mourning since that first goal from Italy and nothing has changed. It feels as if someone so dear to me had passed away. I have never loved a sport team this much. And the World Cup is over for us. It did not matter that I was a bit embarassed that people were seeing me shed tears on my way home.
