One More Thing
March 24th, 2005 | Published in glbt | 56 Comments
There was going to be a fund-raising concert in aid of Action for Aids, and in hopes of raising awareness and “transforming mindsets”. Affect05 seemed to have risen quickly as a reaction to those unfortunate comments (see here and here). Since I am writing about this in the past tense, I’m sure you can guess what happened: they were refused a license.
The excuse? Such a concert is “against the public interest”.
“We are unable to agree to your application as performances that promote alternative lifestyles are against the public interest“
Remember that the Action for Aids booth that was handing out free condoms and gloves (dental dams? I don’t know) at Nation04 was ordered to pack up by the police because “it is against public interest”. This same party was then blamed for having a role to play in the spike of HIV infections. I mean - what did you want these gay men and women to do? Sit by the beach and watch the sunrise? You couldn’t even expect that of conventional parties.
It is clear from the public statements made by leading figures, past and present, what approach they are using on the issue of homosexuality in Singapore. Words being thrown around include: “alternative”, “lifestyle”, “tendencies”, “against public interest” - all of which imply you’re not supposed to be gay, you can stop if you wanted to, and unless you do you’re going to be an outcast and that’s not going to change. I can’t even begin to tell you how deeply offensive these terms, and its implications, are. But why can’t they just admit their statements stem from blatant homophobia and ignorance, and stop taking the hubristic and pompous “it’s for your own good” line?
It makes me angry that my country is so violently opposed to how I live my life. Even if I am a student just like you, if I live and love just like you, if I love my family just like you, go to church and worship just like you, am as susceptible to pain and heartbreak as you are, sit for the same exams like you do, ask for a phone number and have dinner dates like you do (not jump into bed straight from a club) - we even bleed like everyone does. The people I have elected to love negates all that, and I am automagically transformed into the antithesis of family and values and all things good. My prime minister urged me, in a speech two days ago, to take opportunities offered abroad but to always remember this is home, and consequently remember to build my family here because this is the best place to raise my kids. Apparently. Since I know our definition of “family” differs greatly and can never intertwine, then this rules out everything. I will not stand for living in an environment where my government thinks it knows better than I do, where a church thinks it can change me, where my future employer my insurance firm my bank will not give my future spouse any legal standing since (unlike the imagination of our mothers and our grandmothers) there is no euphemistic term like “very very very good girl friend”.
I’ve been “out” for over a year by now (partially, at least: there’s just parts of my family left) - an act that was then, symbolic as an affirmation of the first woman I was committing to. I still wonder if it was right for me to have done so, and if I really can handle all the ramifications of being openly gay (I tend to overestimate myself on many matters). It’s true that I may have “lost” some, in that I could never hide it from acquaintances, or colleagues, or schoolmates. It’s true that people do talk, and that I have no control over the contents of their whispered conversations. It’s true that the extent of my “outness” does scare away a portion of women I’ve dated, because I am at that age group where few in my dating pool are as reconciled (or as foolhardy). But I don’t care for all that. All I know is that if I hadn’t - I wouldn’t know how to properly and genuinely convey my rage over the HIV issue without feeling in a quandary over the most important aspect of its debate. And I wouldn’t know how to write if I had to mask identities - because the act of simply changing a gender-specific pronoun, really does change everything.
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This made me cry.





