whine & dine

Hello all. I’m alive. Just finished my first week of work and in fact I even found the inspiration to make donuts today. But that’s not the point of this post. (And I’ll write more on that later.) Unless you live under a rock, or in a tree trunk or maybe in the middle of a deserted island with no internet (but then how are you reading this post?), no phone, no newspapers and no anything, you’d know by now that section 377A of the penal code exists. And that it shouldn’t. Or maybe you think it should exist because you think that homosexuals are sick people who should be shot or jailed or shot in jail. But in that case you wouldn’t be reading this blog because you wouldn’t want to have anything to do with me, seeing that I’m a bisexual woman in a homosexual relationship.

Sign it. You know it’s the right thing to do. As much as I am not any kind of activist, this isn’t about activism, it’s about a human being’s right to privacy at his or her most basic level – and homosexuals are human beings. Humans deserve the right to love, and by NOT DOING ANYTHING, you are, by default, condoning our government’s preference for imprisoning two people for loving each other and being physically intimate with each other. That doesn’t sound right, does it? And even if you don’t think that homosexuality is alright, I’m sure you also know by now that for most people in homosexual relationships, sexual orientation is not a choice. And it’s not fair to imprison someone on the basis of something that they haven’t chosen. It’s like being imprisoned just because I’m female. Or because you’re male. Or because my hair is black, or my eye colour brown. Hell, it’s like imprisoning me because I’m above 150cm tall.

Do it. And tell everyone you know to do it too. You know it’s the right thing to do.