LGBT

 Let Go, Blatant Theo-maniacs

Once upon a time, on a busy street, a sharply dressed man walked at brisk, bubbly pace and entered a dry-cleaners. Inside, the shirt had been over-soaked, the pant had been wrongly creased and the coat had eerily puffed up. ‘Never mind’ he said, and left without a frown. ‘What a gay man’, said the owner, who was expecting some drama and was glad on avoiding it.

That time gay meant something entirely different, now it’s a stigmatic issue. While with aggressive penetration (sic), some pragmatic countries have changed their stance from anti to pro, India still remains paranoid and mumbling on whether or not to allow legality to the marriage of similar sex or even a public relation for that matter. No wonder the closet door is wobbling on like a turnstile.

The issue itself is perceived as a disease and an unnatural state of mind and body. But, homosexuality, transgenderism, or any form of varied orientation is not a tumor which can be uprooted or ignored till life threatening circumstances beseech you to act. As usual, the stereotypical homosexuality persona has been blown up ludicrously. If that were the truth, I think of it as a solution to some of the most major problems. The issue of hunger and orphans (especially African and Asian) would tone down at some random intervals, based on when the ‘diet’ is on and Jolie adopts another to the brood. On a larger scale, countries would rather bitch and not call each other, than threaten with nukes & wars; stock markets would sway based on suaveness and trends, rather than supply or demand.

 And domestically, the homosexual homeless person on the corner would be dapper and picky. 

  But then is any stereotype actually true?

 For once, leave all the political foreplay aside and look at the whole setup. Why is such a personal issue used for elections, publicity and protests? Has the acknowledgement on a massive scale somehow puckered up the high and mighty? Next thing you know, popsicles would be banned for auto eroticism.

Today, the shop is still there, another man enters, similarly dressed, finds himself in the similar scheme of things, although this time, everything was done to near perfection. ‘OMG! You over soaked the shirt! Why is the crease all like a cheap Botox? And the coat looks so puffy? You ruined my ensemble. ‘AGH! Gay!’ bellowed the owner behind him, agitated, yet not so surprised by all the drama.