the pain in song

i miss him

his little-boy smile is branded in my mind’s eye
the reassuring warmth of his body
our quiet comfortable company

his presence still resonates deep within

…when the evenings stretch silently into the night…

At night I pray
That soon your face will fade away

i can still smell his scent

the one i smell whenever we embrace

and my face is next to his

Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I’ll never see

blue pills. happy pills.
blue pills. happy pills.

tick tock tick tock

I’m not crazy
I’m just a little unwell
I know right now you can’t tell

i try not to think about him

…his name escapes from my lips…

i remember how my body moulds into his

He was everything, everything
that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be
But we lost it

i thought that love would last forever.
i thought that love would be enough.
i was wrong.

Isn’t it rich?
Isn’t it queer
Losing my timing this late
In my career?

it hurts
and i can’t let go
i don’t know how

i never knew it was possible to love someone so much

would i ever forget?

feeling like I’m heading for a breakdown

i’m scared

someone please hug me

and never let me go

  

gay asia

The 28 October 2004 issue of the Far Eastern Economic Review carried a special report on gays in Asia covering a sufficiently wide range of issues, albeit somewhat superficially, across the region from Australia to North Korea.

Unsurprisingly, the economic argument, i.e. the Pink Dollar/Pound (now a much rehashed argument), was cited as a main reason for the thawing of official (government) “tolerance” for homosexuals. Organisers of the annual Nation Party in Singapore (now in its fourth year) estimated that the party and related events pulled in about 2,500 foreign visitors and nearly $6 million (presumably Singaporean dollars). A Hong Kong event manager who spent three days in Singapore for the party spent S$1,200 on hotels, S$4,000 on food and beverage and another S$2,800 shopping for clothes and CDs during his three-day visit to Singapore!

The news-magazine then cited one recent study by Marcus Noland, a researcher at the Institute for International Economics in Washington, who found that countries that were more accepting of homosexuality fared better economically (read a brief argument here). Apparently, tolerance pays - “People who are comfortable with differences seem to be more comfortable with innovation.” American academic Richard Florida argued in his book, The Rise of the Creative Class, that a city’s openness to gay communities is an indicator of receptivity to new ideas and, thus, creativity.

Effectively, they’re arguing that gay rights will (eventually) come (to Asia) thanks to economic determinism (if at all). Karl Marx would have been proud.

That may be.

But what I found interesting were the contradictions of gay society that came through the article. Several interviewees, including the founders and organisers of a regular gay “networking” event in Hong Kong, did not want to be named.

An Indonesian couple who were committed and comfortable enough to live together and raise an adopted child still felt “intimated” by “social forces” to not mention their sexuality explicitly in any conversation. While the internet, travel, and exposure to “Western” cultures have emboldened many individuals in once “conservative” and socially “oppresive” Asian societies to “come out”, many apparenlty still feel pressured to conform by marrying individuals of the opposite sex and having children.

At the official level, while Singapore’s Government was happy to welcome the economic benefits of the gay economy, they’d rather not hear about our political and social inclinations. On the other hand, I was surprised to find that the authoritarian Government of China had repealed the law against sodomy in 1997 and ended official classification of homosexuality as a psychiatric disorder in 2001.

And these in an article discussing the awakening of gay society in Asia with increasingly louder demands for greater tolerance, freedom and rights! I find it somewhat paradoxical, though perhaps not surprising, that individuals who haven’t yet sorted themselves out where their own sexuality and identity are concerned would somehow expect society to do so!

I find myself becoming increasingly impatient and annoyed with self-professed gay individuals who would beat around the bush about their sexuality but yet expect to “reap the fruits” of their carnal intercourses. I mean, if you’re gay, you’re gay. There’s no need to be clandestinely looking around you whenever the word “gay” is uttered in your presence for fear of being recognised and “associated”. Or denigrate fellow homosexuals when you most certainly wouldn’t want to be similarly treated by heterosexuals (there’s far too much discrimination against “sissies”, “chubs”, and the like). Paradoxically, why are gay men increasingly glorifying and aspiring to be “straight acting” when they’re not about to bother fucking straight? Why do so many gay individuals insist on reinforcing established norms and practices when even these - conforming to steoreotypes for instance - are becoming anachronisms?

Many gay men I come across seem to have huge chips on their shoulder that is partially related their sexuality. Given that the homosexual “revolution” is closely correlated with the social “movement” of liberalism and individualism, I find it ironic that they should be so shackled by social norms and dynamics. If you’re not comfortable in your own skin, I don’t see how you can sensibly bare it to others.

But that’s the inherent contradictions of a nascent and “developing” gay society: still finding our way around, going through the sequential phases of a long “pre-determined” cycle. First, the schizophrenic existentialist crisis, then the confident and brash teenager before finally mellowing into a (hopefully) restrained but scarred queen drinking tea in an English garden wandering the hallowed corridors of the neighbourhood sauna.

Maybe I’m getting old. Maybe I’m becoming cynical and jaded. But people really should get a grip on themselves… and stop these annoying, and in my view, irrational behaviour!

  

a great country

Australia must be one of the greatest countries on earth.

Where else would you find an appointed Senator and Shadow Minister who is simultaneously:
(1) a migrant
(2) an Asian
(3) a woman
(4) only 36 years old
(5) a lesbian?

How much more of a minority can Penny Wong be?

I can imagine this happening in Britain and several other European countries, but not the US and certainly not in Malaysia.

Australia is a great country!

  

the first wives club

For only the second time, two girlfriends and I sat down to dinner together tonight (although tonight, we had a fourth on the table). This would not have been such a significant event if not for what had happened to all three of us in the past year and a bit.

In the last one year, all three of us have gone through rocky periods in our relationships, divorce proceedings and subsequently recovery. Although our respective relationships ended sequentially, we all went through the difficult times in parallel. Interestingly, while our individual problems are on the whole different, from my point of view, there is much similarity mirrored in each of our experiences.

In this particular “menage-a-trois”, I was the “link” in our relationship. For much of 2003, I was consoling and comforting these girlfriends. I would alternate between them, listening to, and inevitably silently comparing, each of their problems. Unfortunately, while they were going through their progressively full-blown break-ups, I was privately suffering from my imminently dying relationship and ruefully remarking the similarity in our unhappy situations.

Of all the times that I had spent consoling them, three stand out in my mind. The first was when I received a phone call from girlfriend ‘A’ one morning (I can’t remember when) as I was on the LRT on the way to work. After listening for about 10-15 minutes on the mobile, I realised that talking on the phone wasn’t going to be enough. I got off the train (I was literally halfway to the office), called my supervisor, and hopped back on the train in the opposite direction. She picked me up at the end of the line and we spent the morning in a Coffee Bean.

The second memory was of late one night, again at some indeterminate point in time in 2003. I can’t remember what had happened prior but soon enough, I found myself saying to my (then) partner that I had to go over to girlfriend ‘A’s house as she needed company. He asked why, and I replied that she was going be divorced. That wasn’t strictly true. She hadn’t embarked on the route to divorce at that point in time and I don’t think she was ready to even contemplate that option then. But somehow, in an outside observer kind of way, I knew… I spent a couple of hours with her at her spending a couple of hours at girlfriend A’s parent’s house, in a dimly lit living room, with both of us dressed in house clothes, hugging her, listening to her each other as she we both sobbed to no end. He never learnt the lessons of her predicament. And she was to return repeat the exact same “kindness” a year later, but at the place formerly known as home to me.

The starkest memory I have of Ramadhan last year was of one lunchtime in KLCC. Girlfriend ‘B’ and I were sitting down on a bench across from Isetan on Level 2 (or was it 3). As I wasn’t fasting, I ate a hot dog bought from 1901 while she, who was fasting, sat beside me. We were both silent for long periods of time, wrapped up in our own world, perhaps ruminating our own miserable situation and predicament, having if nothing else at least each other for company, poor as it might have been then. It was a lonely, cruel world we lived in that lunchtime, and I remember the emotions that went through me vividly.

One year on, we have each, in our own way, come through this dark period. We have embarked, or in my case about to embark, on a new page, if not chapter, of our individual lives. I don’t know if we will ever regret having had the relationships that we have had, but I am sure that there have been happy moments that we will cherish and “lessons” that we have learnt.

Tonight, as the three of us were having dinner in a convivial and relaxed manner, laughing away at funny anecdotes and facts of life as they were recounted, it occurred to me that while we might each still reserve a special place for the relationships that we have had, I am certain that the days ahead will be happier for each of us.

Here’s to the First Wives Club!
(though that description is not strictly true in my case!)

p/s and there was this

  

twilight zone limbo

My life is in limbo.

Although I no longer live there, that house, that place… it’s still home for me.

Where I am now living staying sleeping… it’s just a transit point. I don’t belong here. It’s not a place to plant roots.

I’m neither here, nor there.
I don’t feel like I belong anywhere.
I’m in a twilight zone of my own.

I’m anxiously waiting for December to roll along. The next phase of my life, whatever that will be, will take off then. Until that time, I have to grit my teeth, sit tight and bear with the passage of time.

There are days when December seems such a long time away. Eons away. As if it would never come.

But on the odd enlightened moments, I’d be completely frightened by how soon Decmeber will roll by. We’re already towards the end of October now. November will go by relatively quickly what with all the days off for festivities and my taking some recreational leave off work. Soon, December will be upon me and I would have to deal with life, come what may…

However, I’m not sure if I’m ready to move on yet. I’m still working out the emotional “issues” that came with the end of the relationship. The veneer of calm and control has been slowly cracking the last few days. But I am still unable to let the emotions rip. They’re still bottled inside. waiting. waiting. Meanwhile, three songs keep popping up in my head. Unvoluntarily.

  • Sarah McLachlan’s “Full of Grace”
  • Air Supply’s “Making Love Out of Nothing At all”
  • Gloria Estefan’s “Anything for You”

I’m in limbo in every possible sense of the word. I don’t know if I’m coming or going. Staying or leaving. Living or dying. Crying or smiling. All I know is, this can’t go on for long.

a long time ago, i know i loved me. a long time ago, i know i was capable of love and being loved. i don’t know what has happened now, i don’t know what i am. and i apologize, i’m sorry because i’m a shitless piece of existence. i’m sorry because i am absobloodylutely nothing. i’m sorry because i don’t know what else to be.
- this was published on the now defunct http://racheal.thewarmcompany.com