Last week, Malaysia rounded up 66 teenage male students who were deemed effeminate and sent them to a government sponsored camp because it was feared they “could end up gay or transsexual”. Despite public outcry, Malaysian Prime Minister Najib Razak has not assured that such camps will never happen again.
We have less than a week to let Malaysia know the world is watching: we will deliver the petition next week at the ASEAN summit, where Prime Minister Razak will be in the international spotlight.
As somebody who is half Malaysian and queer this issue is obviously very important to me.
Last year my cousin told me he was gay. He’ll have to live his life as a heterosexual in fear that he’ll be discovered because he has no choice. Being gay is still illegal in Malaysia. If we can’t reverse that right now, the least we can do is prevent horrific things like this happening.
I can’t think of a better cause, I can’t implore you enough to sign this. It would mean a lot.
this is so sad.
Reblogging this again, plug plug plug. Please sign, reblog, post it to facebook, twitter, email people, whatever. We’ve all seen what tumblr is capable of, we need as many signatures as soon as possible. Go go go.
It’s really nice. Probably about 12 x 12 feet. Spent several hours with my mom weeding and breaking up soil. The person who owned it before us had chives planted and so we took some home! Can’t wait for vegetables this summer.
Can’t wait for the show. Listenin to mah gurl Diana whilst I sew.
The thing about being a drag performer/queen for me is that I really try to go for high camp. I like there to be an energy about my performances. I don’t like to accentuate my biological body because I do that in my every day dress. Whereas I’m quite free with feeling sensual and fabulous in my clothes as Cecil, as Dr. Queerlove my costumes emphasize campiness as gender play rather than just a “feminine body type”. Whereas some drag queens (specifically male-bodied ones) like to perform the feminine in a sexy or sensual way, I feel that my place in drag is to go a different route and use my costume and actions to perform within the extreme realms of gender. I also feel a little insecure sometimes, being a female bodied queen.
I fuckin love Peter Pan and Cap’n Hook
Also love Esmerelda because she was a badass gypsy that didn’t take shit from the white men in power and also Ursula the Sea Witch because she was a fat bitch and I love fat bitches.
When my husband died, because he was so famous & known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me — it still sometimes happens — & ask me if Carl changed at the end & converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again.
Carl faced his death with unflagging courage & never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief & precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive & we were together was miraculous — not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous & so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space & the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me & it’s much more meaningful…
The way he treated me & the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other & our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.
(Ann Druyan, talking about her husband, Carl Sagan)
You are never alone, the people in your heart keep you company. And when you smile the spirits sing out in joy. Lame, but honest.
Well, that does make me feel a little better. I’m being a little angsty because I feel stuck away from many of my friends because I live in the city next to where most of them live. Also making music is so goddamn frustrating.