I like this picture. It is very classic to me. The typical image I have in my head that’s seen all over Tanjong Pagar at night.Tanjong Pagar.. or TP in short… a great central business district by day, but come night time during weekends it transforms into a place called home by quite a few. But what led to all these?
I was reading an article on a popular forum and was insipired to re-look at a few things, all of which I have thought about before and see if my views have changed since. It does appaear though, little has changed. Homosexuality and family is like a condom. Being gay literally places a barrier of sorts in between, one that is really hard to overcome. You have one or two moms with gay sons pretty much like michael’s mon in QAF but that is a rarity. Being gay basically changes a hell lotta things. I told my mom once (and people who know me know my character very well) that I didn’t care if she liked it or not. She could choose to accept a ‘new’ son, or lose one. Plain and simple in one sentence. Of course, I was already working and they know I am more than capable of turning my back on everything and everyone and leave if I have to. They no longer have any holding power on me. That is the difference timing makes. In stocks investing, timing is important. In coming out, timing is very important too. For many who have came out along the way, most will find that silence is golden. When parents don’t ask, that itself is probably a compromise. But one paragraph written in the article struck me. When things remain as ‘don’t ask don’t tell’, it is all good. Not ideal but stable. Peace. However when parents try to develop a relationship while maintaining ignorance, all hell breaks loose. How many of you have parents who talk to you bout everything but *the* topic but once in a while will come and give you some nonsense. In the past, that is what my mom tried to do. She’ll be fine one day, the next day she will go ‘better don’t mix with gays. a lot of hiv one’. Needless to say it sparked off a reaction worse than sodium in water from me. The ‘milder’ parent will just ask ‘so when are you bringing your gf back?”. Same story, irritating, but mild. Could have been a lot worse. “As a parent, it is only natural to have a desire to understand one’s son, to partake in his life and share his joys and sorrows. But how can a son allow his parent to understand him when it is clear that his joy can only be translated into their sorrow?” Indeed we usually know the outcome. I’d ask, why bother when you know it will just lead to more trouble? What’s the point of sharing your life with them? Many of us have reached a point where, don’t-ask-don’t-tell is the best. Not ideal but stable. Till one day one is ready to leave the nest, and thereafter each individual will get on with life seperately.
These days, most of us would have dropped hints. We are sure the parents know. They suspect. In denial, perhaps. But they know. To avoid conflict, we give minimal answers. We don’t tell them where we do or what we do. Less is best. Eventually it leads to silence (these days my mom can come into my room and ask 10 questions and I’ll still be starring into my computer screen, completely ignoring her presence). Silence. Silence is not how a home should be, should it?
Go to Tanjong Pagar on a weekend night. Maxwell food centre and all. Hear the screams. The laughs. Familiar faces. Welcome hugs and kisses. Love, perhaps? Now that sounds a lot more like how a home should be, isn’t it? Relief, indeed, is the word.
Unlike the writer, I do not yearn to go traditional by bringing grandchildren down to Chinatown for CNY shopping and all. I rarely like shopping but my gay friends love that to bits. I can’t stand shopping and I’ll be the one who says “I will wait in the car” and they’ll be happy to go on their own. As long as they’ve got my credit card…grrrrr
But yes. As time goes on, the barrier between parent and child will widen. I haven’t been seeing many mommy’s boy these days. The one and the only one’s cuz his mom supports him being gay. In fact after a divorce, the mom turned anti-str8 men too. So gay guys are a god-sent. To quote her, at least these men will never hurt her. Perhaps so. As time goes on, married wives should not need to worry if the husband has an affair outside, or is sleeping around with other women. She could consider if he’s out there with some other guy. Screwing someone else’s brains out. Or maybe, being screwed instead? I’d worry if I were a lady. Cuz I don’t think I can grow a dick. Or maybe, the ladies would rather have husbands screwing with other men instead. Who knows. There is a phase change that is progressing. We will never know where this leads us. But one thing for certain is, there is no way to stop it. For all those in denial still, I’d always tell them, there’re more around than you think you know. That kid across that street? He’s gay. Your brother? He’s gay. The uncle who used to bring you out? He’s gay. Don’t you think in this scenario, YOU are the ‘abnormal’ one now?
I am no social butterfly. I stick within my clan, but Tanjong Pagar saw through a lot of changes in me. It got me through the sad moments. It gave me laughs and smiles. I made new friends. I learnt how to DJ (the school is in the vacinity of TP), and there was Why Not which saw through all of that. I didn’t like a lot of the tracks they do but I’ve put them in my WhyNot tribute mixshow still as these were the sounds that made up the club we all grew to love. Like an addiction, TP breathed life into many of us. The str8 clubbers had their spots, while we had ours. I have not really seen these 2 groups clash. The occasional stare maybe and I don’t blame them. Some of us can really be so loud even I’d stare. But there’s a certain line that both sides don’t cross. Gay bashing was common just a few years ago. Walk through Mhm Sultan with a few gay guys and you could get bashed real bad. My cousin got bashed back then. But it doesn’t happen in TP. Perhaps it’s a marked territory of ours. Of course they could try bashing me too. Not every gay guy will get hit, cry and run away unlike what people see in the movies.
End of the day, I think I like it the way it is. Not ideal, but stable. Everyone should just go about doing their own thing regardless of sexuality or gender. If you wanna protray that gays are equal, if not better than the rest, then show it. Don’t cry and yell and demand 377a to be abolished. They can repel it and come up with 377z that says explicit actions of affection between 2 males are illegal in public. What are you gonna do then? I don’t care what 377 says. I represent myself, not my gender or my sexuality. If you think by being male means I am stronger, than that’s your opinion, doesn’t imply it is mine. If you think being gay means I am suicidal, then that’s up to you too. 5 years ago I used to say “I am not gay, I am mark”. It was hard to grasp the message behind that sentence then but I don’t think it is that hard today. I wanna be known as mark, not ‘that gay guy’ sounding as if I stand out like a pimple on a face. Perhaps I didn’t wanna be stereotyped for better or worse. Being gay means I’ve got better dress sense or I’m slim and toned? Whoever said so?
Progress is made when stereotypes fade and generalizations cease to exist. Looking at the world within the realm of racial and religion harmony, I’ll say wait another few centuries and maybe one day it will come to sexuality harmony. We’ve got a long way to go but life is short and I am not gonna waste time and energy driving something that people are not ready for. Let them be. And let those who are ready, be welcomed into the circle. Seriously, if everyone’s into it, it will be really boring. I get a kick out of reading the debates in parliment over 377a. The rebutes and all are like a soap opera. If everyone is in agreement and the bill is passed without contest, how boring it will be! I like differences. But make sure I’ll never have supernatural powers. Cuz I’ll be magneto. I will probably turn everyone gay hahaha… Professor X is dumb. Protecting a species that is out to destroy them all. 2 different methods, all going towards the same goal. One is like chinese medicine. Heal. The other is like western medicine. Kill everything, both good and bad cells. If you can’t fix it, you kill it. I see nothing wrong, cause when it comes to that stage, for me to survive, they’ll have to die. And no, the world’s population will not die just cause all the guys are gay, duh. But the females are gonna have a hard time though.