Life

The Importance of Being A Slut

No one likes being called a slut, unless the one who accords us this title is that special person we have amorously awarded permission to do to us as they please. It is a label associated with the very essence of unholiness: the slut is the person who shows no restrain to the activity of sex. Female humans are particularly susceptible to being tagged this label, a tag often handed to them with tonal clarity pointing to the disgrace it is to become worthy of such a label.

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Life

On Coming Out

Courage is a laudable virtue. It is shown by those who act on their beliefs despite dangers and disapproval. But it’s becoming increasingly common to come across sentiments that confuse stupidity with courage. In the dynamic between out-gay-men and closeted-gay-men, the out-gay-man occupies the virtuous space of the brave. He has gone through the formidable task of revealing his reproached sexuality to the world. The closeted-gay-man is a coward. He timidly dances to the tune of those who sing his disapproval and have fraught his path with danger. The closeted man should, as the sentiment goes, (be made to) emulate his counterpart and live out and proud, irrespective of his unique situation.

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The Find

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Deceitful Truth

You screamed don’t go when he made to leave. But he sat up and left. He didn’t hear you. No one heard you; thanked god they didn’t. The scream happened in your head, a psychic eruption to force the will of another, only to be stopped by a fear that doing so would be to reveal more than was allowed.

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Why You Act Like a Girl

It seems like an odd sounding thing to receive. But, every once in a while, for us men with feminine dispositions, our ears become receptors to a mildly irritating question: why are you acting like a girl? Sometimes, it’s a benign question; the intent of the questioner is fueled only by curiosity. Other times, it’s a weapon, stained with the poison of malice; the questioner wields it as a medium to break our spirits. It is easy to reflect on this question in moments of sorrow, posing it at ourselves, to query the fundamental nature of our beings. The resulting conclusion always comes down to one point: we must be flawed creatures unworthy of the title human.

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