About Me Malaysian, Kuala Lumpur, Aries, loves red, hates cockroaches, big money spender, financially broke,
loves the clouds during daylights and the stars when night falls, i don't have anyone special, yet, so email me...(ask me).
When a friend of mine told me that gay men had it coming since we chose to be gay, I was so shocked I nearly stopped eating.
Yes. The conversation took place during dinner.
“I’m sorry?”
“Yeah you gay people chose to be gay, thus if problems arise from your lifestyle, you shouldn’t be complaining.”
I was literally shocked and my eyes wide open.
Still chewing my dinner though.
Every cell in my body, my gay body, my gay cells, urged me to slap the bitch up and shut her stupid mouth.
She was lucky my brain was engaged and I was sober. Fucking lucky.
“If I can choose my sexuality, I’d choose to be straight. Because rather than stuck here at the point where me being gay is constricted by my religion and community, I’d be much happier with 2 kids and a perfect wife.”
“But you can’t go blaming genetics or upbringing.”
“I did not blame anybody for being me. And come to think of it, since you suggest that I chose to be gay, when did you decide to be straight?”
She look at me without any clever retort. “My point exactly.”
I wish I have a long hair so whenever I win a debate with a brilliant line like that, I can flip my hair and smile smugly.
