MILK MAID

I watched MILK. And cried. And thought how I, at the age of 39 have yet to fulfill what I'm here to do. But I know I will. Soon...

We're all here to do something great - passively or actively. And I believe that wholeheartedly. That brings a question to mind. I returned from a decade in Australia an emancipated sexual being, and naturally brought home with me freedom of expression, sexuality and speech (some).

Btw, it sickens me sometimes when I break into the, "When I was in Sydney...". Almost puke-able. Pretentious. But truth of the matter is, I did 'grow' up there, formed most of my beliefs there. But I chose to return home to KL when the haze formed, when the market crashed, when the city was buzzing with the sounds of closets being opened back in 1998. And I returned 'home' thinking I was still enveloped by anti-vilification laws. But there are none. None to protect me nor my sisters and brothers who live in the pink triangle, from the name calling, verbal bashing or even in some cases, physical violence. So how do we live?

Ironically, beneath the blanket of confirmity lies a thin thread. This is called the thread of hope and faith. The thread is pulled ever so lightly once in awhile and we watch the blanket gather, bunch up, only to be pulled and straigtened in no time. We, are the people who live beneath the blanket. And it's rather snug. I pull here. And there. And sometimes poke my head up and yell for attention. But most times, I can be silenced by the comfort of living under the blanket. It's comfortable. They are tolerant until they're not. And when they're not, I have a plan. And we'll have the largest party of our lives!

Twit her

So you may now follow me on TWITTER @ gojasminelow...
if you like :)


For your entertainment. Here's something from PINK.FM hahahaha! Way to go Air New Zealand!