Everything comes to an end. Love, hate, betrayal. The greed for wealth, the lust for power, the comfort in religion. In the final moment, everyone falls, even kings of empires and the princes of darkness. In the silence of the tomb we all get what we deserve. These are words I acclimatized my fine self with when I finally finished Eric Van Lustbader’s First Daughter so if you read the title of this and expected more graphic details; I apologize though I don’t mean it. It’s really been a while since I graced T.S.R’s End of week segment but I am glad I’ve had all these adorable people doing their thing at least to make us have something to ponder about before we head to our weekends which are normally full of Sin. Beautiful sin.
There is a scenario I beg to reminisce. I was once awakened slowly, almost groggily, by a repeated rhythmic sound and a persistent sensation. Drawn fully out of sleep, I realized it was pain. I felt pain and pressure in a localized area, the place between my buttocks. It was then that I realized that the rhythmic sound and pressure were connected. He held me tight against him, sweat stuck on the surface of my back, spooned against his front and a peculiar musky scent dilated my nostrils. I felt something rubbing against my bare butt…I was well fuck*d!
The bottoming article is long overdue and the only justice I have for you my noble reader is that I have to get it out soon to relax some nerves. Hope the Identity boss is ready because it was his idea and I’ll first run it there.
My dating patterns are a bit off again since I took up this new assignment. My usual suspects had to remind me I’m gay and I need to ‘socialize’. Well, I’ve said it here and again. No one can self-combust due to the lack of a rod. I mean what’s the work of ‘toys’ but then even these have been MIA. But then I’m still on that voyage of having Balanced dating opinions but most guys still have this thing going on in their heads: ‘I have to f*ck you before moving on to my next, I’m like Honey, I’m not a conquest. Sex on my terms! Usually they dismiss me at this point and create all those excuses including the coveted B*tch title yet I’m sure they aren’t getting any. The code is pretty clear; you can always tell a person you’ll simply sleep with on a first date (and end it there), the guy you’ll just string along for no apparent reason and the guy you’ll want to get into that emotional co-dependent shitstorm with. In the words of Izaak, when you met me I wasn’t a virgin…read between the lines.
I still can’t predict the future of T.S.R considering all these developments happening on my end but what I can assure you is more content, more controversial guests and more maximizing of your Heartless Bitch Potential (HBP). The weekend is pretty unpredictable for me but I think I’m already a couple of men ahead of humanity so they are not for me this weekend (some guy I was actually getting to like killed my sensitive spirits by asking me how many people I’ve stripped for, Hello! I should really enroll in a class, anyone who kept a piece of the memo? Now I hope you understand why I agreed to do this Circular dating thing) but I have this awesome invite to go speak to some great young people. I have my notes ready. It’s been a while since I really got involved in inspiring my generation - I’m the de facto prince of bad advice remember? - OMG and what’s with all these stories of reknowned people coming out? I definitely believe it’s a great mid-year precedence, don’t you think? Maybe someone should visit T.S.R and 'come out' as well. I don’t mean coming out in the aspect of good grooming and/or fashion.
'Of course you Zegas dress well! You didn't spend all that time in the closet for nothing...' - KF
Have a great weekend, put some rubber on it if need be, we talk to you Tuesday, Kisses!
Selasa, 05 Januari 2016
The NBO-Kenya vs. Addis Zega (Gay) Scene.
Prologue
Cole: Really been tempted to share these pictures we took thanks to the adorable Kamal. Maybe I should give him a kiss next time (smiles) Gosh, I'm such a camera whore too but why aren’t you showing your face in this room? Bitch, aren’t you fly!
Geta: I knoooow. Kamal is definitely gifted. Hey, you do realize I don't want to go to prison here in Addis. Unlike your prisons, they don't rape you. Where is the fun in that?
Cole: (Giggling uncontrollably) No comments. How far have you gone with that Habesha husband issue I proposed you look at?
Geta: Cole baby, I told you he’s taken, don’t push it.
Cole: Since when did that become a problem?It's not a big deal to seek for a sperm donor you know...besides since you got back there I have 5 new friends from Addis on my Timeline (sighs)
Geta: Hmm...maybe we can arrange for the sperm donor bit BUT as the resident bitches here, we are fighting for the small amount of 'men' available...we don't need neighboring countries taking our men....BACK OFF!
Cole: Nkt, you better start your thing. It’s Friday and some of us don’t have the whole day…I’ll save this talk for Addis.
Recently I was invited to visit the great and beautiful city of NBO. I was so impressed with its lush, green view and tidiness especially the suburbs. I devoured all kinds of yummy cuisine that normally you wouldn't find back here in Addis including crocodile and ostrich meat at Simba Salon.
I equally loved how Kenyans particularly Nairobi guys take their coffee or tea: in big cups or should I say bowls?
I wonder if they like 'everything' else big...
Ed’s Note: It’s called getting value for our paper, alien!
Anyway, we did go to the park and into the wild (Oh and there was this couple making out in some lonely part of the park in a prado we interrupted, I still hope they were men!) and also got wild at night. Got to see all those look-alike goat thingies (still can’t decipher which one is which) and also some giraffes which somehow have something in common with me: Fine and too high to reach ass.
Last but not least I got to meet this really nice Kenyan guy with a great smile and smart mind. I also got to taste Ugali. (One of the most common Kenyan traditional foods) It was not that bad but I definitely wouldn't eat it every day.
What amazed me were the big a**es everyone seems to have (What! I’m still a gay man). All you Kenyan bitches could be skinny but you are blessed with this fine a**, Damn! I loved it. Maybe it’s the Ugali. In Addis you get skinnies (lots of them), chubbies, fats, muscular, athletics…one in a million. Maybe it’s our Injera.
But what I was looking for so eagerly was to visit one of those zega night clubs where I could just declare my ‘zeganess’ and feel free. Me and my so generous and good pal got sexified and went to the club right about mid night. Gypsies is fine but what I expected was one of those pinky-kinky night clubs with a hyped illumination system and some pathetic excuse of sophistication. Well, for some reason Nairobians like the outdoors. The crowd was fine, so many cute guys, but with so many similarities (like that feminine flag that we all seem to have). What I couldn't take was all that house music. What’s up with all that? All Kenyans were doing was jump and jump. That’s not called dancing, it’s just jumping. I tried to show them how we bitches do it in Addis but got somehow uncomfortable because every man in there was looking at me in some kind of petrified look that says 'Bitch, cut it out, you are making us too horny'.
Let’s just say it was not that liberating as I’d initially thought. Even though I was given all these tips on how to pick a guy, flirt with him and how to attract the Kenyan alpha male by Cole, the only time I was asked to stand up and turn around was by the Kenyan police. (And not in a good way)
The fact of the matter is that there is no real difference between the gay scene in Addis and NBO. We may not have a gay club but we do have clubs we often patronize. You guys don't dance body to body even though you have a zega-friendly club (Just to be clear, the zega club I was looking forward to see was an all zega club. This one just had a partition.)
We zegas in Addis may be too blind to see that we are somehow free. We go out, we have fun, we flirt, we dance (in a so not provocative way) and yet it’s in the enemy’s (those straight folks) club. Believe me; you don't want to see us dance.
One true difference I could find was that you got the body and we got the moves. Suck on that!
Till next time, as we say it in Addis: CHER YIGITEMEN!
Regards,
Victor Geta
Victor Geta is a 25-year old Addis-based zega (read as gay) guy working for gain in Ethiopia and beyond as he gets to travel in various cities across the world. He recently toured Kenya for the first time and had a lot of admiration not only for its people but also places. He also got to interact with TSR’S Cole Mutahi courtesy of a mutual friend they share.
Cole: Really been tempted to share these pictures we took thanks to the adorable Kamal. Maybe I should give him a kiss next time (smiles) Gosh, I'm such a camera whore too but why aren’t you showing your face in this room? Bitch, aren’t you fly!
Geta: I knoooow. Kamal is definitely gifted. Hey, you do realize I don't want to go to prison here in Addis. Unlike your prisons, they don't rape you. Where is the fun in that?
Cole: (Giggling uncontrollably) No comments. How far have you gone with that Habesha husband issue I proposed you look at?
Geta: Cole baby, I told you he’s taken, don’t push it.
Cole: Since when did that become a problem?It's not a big deal to seek for a sperm donor you know...besides since you got back there I have 5 new friends from Addis on my Timeline (sighs)
Geta: Hmm...maybe we can arrange for the sperm donor bit BUT as the resident bitches here, we are fighting for the small amount of 'men' available...we don't need neighboring countries taking our men....BACK OFF!
Cole: Nkt, you better start your thing. It’s Friday and some of us don’t have the whole day…I’ll save this talk for Addis.
Recently I was invited to visit the great and beautiful city of NBO. I was so impressed with its lush, green view and tidiness especially the suburbs. I devoured all kinds of yummy cuisine that normally you wouldn't find back here in Addis including crocodile and ostrich meat at Simba Salon.
I equally loved how Kenyans particularly Nairobi guys take their coffee or tea: in big cups or should I say bowls?
I wonder if they like 'everything' else big...
Ed’s Note: It’s called getting value for our paper, alien!
Anyway, we did go to the park and into the wild (Oh and there was this couple making out in some lonely part of the park in a prado we interrupted, I still hope they were men!) and also got wild at night. Got to see all those look-alike goat thingies (still can’t decipher which one is which) and also some giraffes which somehow have something in common with me: Fine and too high to reach ass.
Last but not least I got to meet this really nice Kenyan guy with a great smile and smart mind. I also got to taste Ugali. (One of the most common Kenyan traditional foods) It was not that bad but I definitely wouldn't eat it every day.
What amazed me were the big a**es everyone seems to have (What! I’m still a gay man). All you Kenyan bitches could be skinny but you are blessed with this fine a**, Damn! I loved it. Maybe it’s the Ugali. In Addis you get skinnies (lots of them), chubbies, fats, muscular, athletics…one in a million. Maybe it’s our Injera.
But what I was looking for so eagerly was to visit one of those zega night clubs where I could just declare my ‘zeganess’ and feel free. Me and my so generous and good pal got sexified and went to the club right about mid night. Gypsies is fine but what I expected was one of those pinky-kinky night clubs with a hyped illumination system and some pathetic excuse of sophistication. Well, for some reason Nairobians like the outdoors. The crowd was fine, so many cute guys, but with so many similarities (like that feminine flag that we all seem to have). What I couldn't take was all that house music. What’s up with all that? All Kenyans were doing was jump and jump. That’s not called dancing, it’s just jumping. I tried to show them how we bitches do it in Addis but got somehow uncomfortable because every man in there was looking at me in some kind of petrified look that says 'Bitch, cut it out, you are making us too horny'.
Let’s just say it was not that liberating as I’d initially thought. Even though I was given all these tips on how to pick a guy, flirt with him and how to attract the Kenyan alpha male by Cole, the only time I was asked to stand up and turn around was by the Kenyan police. (And not in a good way)
The fact of the matter is that there is no real difference between the gay scene in Addis and NBO. We may not have a gay club but we do have clubs we often patronize. You guys don't dance body to body even though you have a zega-friendly club (Just to be clear, the zega club I was looking forward to see was an all zega club. This one just had a partition.)
We zegas in Addis may be too blind to see that we are somehow free. We go out, we have fun, we flirt, we dance (in a so not provocative way) and yet it’s in the enemy’s (those straight folks) club. Believe me; you don't want to see us dance.
One true difference I could find was that you got the body and we got the moves. Suck on that!
Till next time, as we say it in Addis: CHER YIGITEMEN!
Regards,
Victor Geta
Victor Geta is a 25-year old Addis-based zega (read as gay) guy working for gain in Ethiopia and beyond as he gets to travel in various cities across the world. He recently toured Kenya for the first time and had a lot of admiration not only for its people but also places. He also got to interact with TSR’S Cole Mutahi courtesy of a mutual friend they share.
MY QUESTIONS ON KENYA AND MARRIAGE EQUALITY
In the words of Aristotle “I have gained this from Philosophy: that I do without being commanded what others do only from fear of the law.” Fear is a vital response to physical and emotional danger. Law on the other hand is a regulation enacted by the legislative branch of a government and signed into law, or in some nations created by decree without any democratic process.
The laws in Kenya prohibit homosexuality, and forgive me I will not go into detail explaining those boring statutes enacted into operation. Rather I will task myself with asking questions, Questions that have been burning in my soul or mind, rather.
Do I have to fear?
Should the law not protect me? Boohoo I am a Kenyan citizen with as much rights as anyone else. But this is not the case here. Fear has travelled from my soul right to my legs as I seek for a breath of life.
But why do I remain quiet?
Why haven’t I stood up for my rights?
Human rights to be clear are rights inherent to all human beings, whatever our nationality, place of residence, sex, national or ethnic origin, color, religion, language, or any other status. Before you raise your hand to correct me and tell me that homosexuality is not a human right and rather a crime and is comparable to acts such as robbery, murder and should be castigated equally, maybe you may try to explain how homosexuality violates your rights or does mischief to another entity.
Crime can be defined as an action or activity considered to be evil, shameful, or wrong. This is where the debate tends to heat up. Because we live in a world with people of different cultures and religion people tend to think differently. But we live in an era of liberty, the state of being free. But free to do what?
How can a state claim to have full human rights when in fact this is not true?
How do I start fighting a law enacted by a state, to have it changed without backlash from the society that may not understand human rights so well as to retaliate against me and maybe even murder me?
How do I show affection towards the person I love without getting expelled from society? Maybe I am weak? Maybe what they say about homosexuality being a state of mind and a teenager experience is true? But alas! Could I have been in transition for all these years? No, I don’t think so.
Comparing a murderer to a homosexual is just plain and imprudent. Even as much as a murderer may choose to kill, levels of Monoamine Oxidase A play a great role in risk taking. But murder is just crime, plain and simple. Because with murder, another human’s right is violated. But what about homosexuality, whose right am I harming?
Does having an affair with a person of the same sex lead to the annihilation of another entity, biotic or abiotic? And no, I am not talking about the spread of HIV here.
What about morals? One may ask. But who chooses what is wrong or right. One man’s meat is another man’s poison. What may seem wrong to me may seem right to you. But who is to judge in this case then? Who is right and who is wrong? In this case the party whose actions do no mischief to another entity is right. It’s called liberty, friends!
In this era then, I have a right to move arm to arm with my loved one without having stones thrown at me, or have my bedroom pleasures (sorry I forgot to mention parental guidance) without having the police knock at my door. But that is not the case. It is very much different. Not with all the witlessness my fellow Africans have about homosexuality. With talk that homosexuality was brought by white men. This is just a conspiracy. Homosexuality is not new. But when mentioned, heads are turned in awe and disbelief.
“How can people of the same sex sleep together?”
Call it an abomination. Call it blasphemy. But I call it a right. I may not have the power to change the law in one day, besides Rome was not built in a day. Not even did New York attain marriage equality in a day, it had to take them years beginning with the stonewall riots.
Much as I would love to be in a relationship with the man I love. Maybe this is not the time.
Do I have to hide my sexuality? This brings me back to fear and the Law. Fear could be real or imagined. The latter is not true in this case. Because soon Kenya will have its very own stonewall riots, but for how long till then, I don’t know. Much as I would love to be a part of the victory I would say am a bit skeptical because of the distressing emotion aroused by the fact that I could get killed and my family looked down upon by my actions.
But what does the law say about killing? Maybe until the society fully understands homosexuality can we be ready for a next move. Maybe when the society learns to respect us as human beings that didn’t choose the path of homosexuality because we wanted it but rather we were born this way is when fighting for our rights will make sense. Wait; do not take off your armor because I said we are not ready for war! Because, in trying to educate someone to rid them of ignorance always expect violence. Then you will need the armor. A battle you should be prepared for. Sadly I am not prepared for one. So maybe wake me up in the year 2030. Vision 2030 they say will bring Kenya to economic heights.
But my vision 2030 is for Kenya to have marriage equality.
Jacob Adams*
19-Year old Jacob Adams* is an ardent writer and reader of almost anything that touches on the LGBT community. You will realize that the two links (Acknowledgments to Identity Kenya and PLOS One)he considered herein have some wealth of story and/or reinforcement behind it. This is his premier article on T.S.R. He also has various other articles he has worked on and is currently working on a novel whose thematic concerns inter alia include the ever complicated queer scene.
The laws in Kenya prohibit homosexuality, and forgive me I will not go into detail explaining those boring statutes enacted into operation. Rather I will task myself with asking questions, Questions that have been burning in my soul or mind, rather.
Do I have to fear?
Should the law not protect me? Boohoo I am a Kenyan citizen with as much rights as anyone else. But this is not the case here. Fear has travelled from my soul right to my legs as I seek for a breath of life.
But why do I remain quiet?
Why haven’t I stood up for my rights?
Human rights to be clear are rights inherent to all human beings, whatever our nationality, place of residence, sex, national or ethnic origin, color, religion, language, or any other status. Before you raise your hand to correct me and tell me that homosexuality is not a human right and rather a crime and is comparable to acts such as robbery, murder and should be castigated equally, maybe you may try to explain how homosexuality violates your rights or does mischief to another entity.
Crime can be defined as an action or activity considered to be evil, shameful, or wrong. This is where the debate tends to heat up. Because we live in a world with people of different cultures and religion people tend to think differently. But we live in an era of liberty, the state of being free. But free to do what?
How can a state claim to have full human rights when in fact this is not true?
How do I start fighting a law enacted by a state, to have it changed without backlash from the society that may not understand human rights so well as to retaliate against me and maybe even murder me?
How do I show affection towards the person I love without getting expelled from society? Maybe I am weak? Maybe what they say about homosexuality being a state of mind and a teenager experience is true? But alas! Could I have been in transition for all these years? No, I don’t think so.
Comparing a murderer to a homosexual is just plain and imprudent. Even as much as a murderer may choose to kill, levels of Monoamine Oxidase A play a great role in risk taking. But murder is just crime, plain and simple. Because with murder, another human’s right is violated. But what about homosexuality, whose right am I harming?
Does having an affair with a person of the same sex lead to the annihilation of another entity, biotic or abiotic? And no, I am not talking about the spread of HIV here.
What about morals? One may ask. But who chooses what is wrong or right. One man’s meat is another man’s poison. What may seem wrong to me may seem right to you. But who is to judge in this case then? Who is right and who is wrong? In this case the party whose actions do no mischief to another entity is right. It’s called liberty, friends!
In this era then, I have a right to move arm to arm with my loved one without having stones thrown at me, or have my bedroom pleasures (sorry I forgot to mention parental guidance) without having the police knock at my door. But that is not the case. It is very much different. Not with all the witlessness my fellow Africans have about homosexuality. With talk that homosexuality was brought by white men. This is just a conspiracy. Homosexuality is not new. But when mentioned, heads are turned in awe and disbelief.
“How can people of the same sex sleep together?”
Call it an abomination. Call it blasphemy. But I call it a right. I may not have the power to change the law in one day, besides Rome was not built in a day. Not even did New York attain marriage equality in a day, it had to take them years beginning with the stonewall riots.
Much as I would love to be in a relationship with the man I love. Maybe this is not the time.
Do I have to hide my sexuality? This brings me back to fear and the Law. Fear could be real or imagined. The latter is not true in this case. Because soon Kenya will have its very own stonewall riots, but for how long till then, I don’t know. Much as I would love to be a part of the victory I would say am a bit skeptical because of the distressing emotion aroused by the fact that I could get killed and my family looked down upon by my actions.
But what does the law say about killing? Maybe until the society fully understands homosexuality can we be ready for a next move. Maybe when the society learns to respect us as human beings that didn’t choose the path of homosexuality because we wanted it but rather we were born this way is when fighting for our rights will make sense. Wait; do not take off your armor because I said we are not ready for war! Because, in trying to educate someone to rid them of ignorance always expect violence. Then you will need the armor. A battle you should be prepared for. Sadly I am not prepared for one. So maybe wake me up in the year 2030. Vision 2030 they say will bring Kenya to economic heights.
But my vision 2030 is for Kenya to have marriage equality.
Jacob Adams*
19-Year old Jacob Adams* is an ardent writer and reader of almost anything that touches on the LGBT community. You will realize that the two links (Acknowledgments to Identity Kenya and PLOS One)he considered herein have some wealth of story and/or reinforcement behind it. This is his premier article on T.S.R. He also has various other articles he has worked on and is currently working on a novel whose thematic concerns inter alia include the ever complicated queer scene.
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