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.

why rape?

 SHAME SHAME PUPPY SHAME, ALL THE RAPISTS TELL YOUR NAME

Man has invented the wheel, brewed beer, has created robots and made them tread different planets. And yes, the same progressive man has disgustingly and inhumanely raped woman for centuries.
Rape is not and has never been a personal accident or bad luck; it is a maniacal crime with a baneful aura which has been treated with bias, used dexterously, for propaganda purposes and even for fake pacification attempts at the behest of the aggravated anti -feminist groups.
If you look at the oh-so-noble world we live in, there is not a place where a woman can consider herself safe. The moment she steps off the bed each and every place is a hostile environment for her> rooms,gyms,transport,workplace,bars,streets,farms,airports,cafes,hospitals,schools,colleges.When you think about it the bed is not safe too, being the focal point of the very issue. Half the population in the world is a potential victim; even then, rape does not get the proactive attention it needs. A major thorn in the path is the myth that rape is a threat that occurs on the streets at night. The truth however, is far from it. While it’s a common paradigm that rape takes place in some proverbial shady dark alley, it’s an actual fact that 7/10 victims know their attacker and the dreaded act occurs in the home of either the victim or the rapist. Funny how women are taken on guilt-trips by somehow making them think they provoked the attacker with their clothing or gestures. If that is a valid reason rapes should not occur throughout winter or in cold regions? But maybe a girl packed up in a warmer, 2 sweaters and a parka is enticing after all? All you need is a set of prying eyes that put superman to shame.

Instead of the blame games and the introduction of slow help lines, if the issue is to be sorted out, the level of punishment sentenced to the offenders needs to be capital and immoral to the core. A vulgar act needs a vulgar punishment, definitely making the offender think twice.
Picture this, a juicy fat piece of meat tied to the offenders rape tool who is wearing six inch heels escaping a couple of hungry, mentally impaired dogs who throw acid and grope him randomly at any chance they get,  down a shady dark alley. It is not about right?
Even better is to leave them overnight with testosterone spiked bulls in a lonely, isolated shed.

Men show various psychopathic tendencies in almost all women related issues. Does the progress of the women in a shockingly short period make the male chauvinist shift uncomfortably in his feebly dominant position? Furthermore, why are the rapists even allowed lawyers for defense, since they are not human enough to attract human rights?



Don’t Rape. Or I hope an aggressive HOMO finds you.

End the Silence, Stop the Violence.

The human race has existed for almost two million years. After various physiological, behavioral, natural changes we have reached the hideousness we call - today. The way of living, eating, hunting, mating, socializing has changed over the years, some for the better mostly for the worse. But ironically what has not changed is the level and situation of domestic violence. Domestic violence is the only thing which is untainted and unadulterated. It does not discriminate on the lines of race, age, religion, gender or sexual orientation. You can be a man, child, woman, teenager, grandma, grandpa, niece, nephew, aunt, uncle, mother, neighbor, teacher, student or the domestic help and you still are exposed to domestic violence in some way. Such is the glorifying beauty of humankind.
Domestic violence is one of the broadest and crudest areas of the disturbed state of human affairs on the lowest level which shows glaring holes left in the wake of nonstop economical development. It has various reasons, states and forms, ranging from chafing issues like dowry, illness, stress and jealously to a badly made sandwich. Abuses of physical, sexual, mental occurring at interpersonal stages occur and continue to rise in the lowest slums to the richest households. When you look at this gruesome issue statistically, it is not a bombshell that males are directly or indirectly connected to the violent domestic incidents. Is it considered as a rite of passage? Taken as a compulsory checkpoint en route to manhood? To go overboard for domination and control and risking the love and care over it is a pretty steep deal. Ever heard of lesbians facing domestic issues except the pantsuits and decor? Beating, harassing, torturing and manipulating just to gain domination just makes us the animals we evolved from initially. Its contradicting that we shirk from physical labor in almost all daily activities and yet go through all the effort to satisfy the urge to control and dominate a woman when all you need is a decent pair of earrings. No lawsuit involved. The wholesome effect of such violence is often overlooked. The state of trauma a victim goes through -be it a child, a woman or Abe Lincoln (yes Mary Todd kicked his ass big-time), has lasting repercussions that creates ripples throughout their living memory and the other connected with them through friends and family. What is disturbing is that this issue is not new, it is as old as the mankind itself, yet the level of precaution and awareness has barely increased with respect to the increase in quantity and degrees of violence in such cases.


But one has to agree that men do have some serious balls! To beat and kick the crap out of a defenseless woman when one rightly placed kick can shut the lights out for them, is one big gamble.

Now you must think woman has always been the victim, that each and every one of them deserves care and protection. Also, that woman is always on the receiving end of these brutal and inhumane acts of sadist insanity. But have you ever been to salons and nail parlors? To stores selling hand-loom and crockery and cosmetics and jewellery and little platform heels ? The sullen zombie look on faces of the men, as their brain drains out from the dull nagging sound is the simplest and crudest form of mental abuse. Look at them closely. Their sadness is chilling. Yes men do commit heinous acts of abuse. But they just break bodies. Women crush souls if they want to. But then, they don’t build up relations first. They don’t beat you up in public in front of your friends.
This issue is not contained by a home or any specific country. Not by a single reason of alcoholism or stress. After all the powerful and political changes the world has seen, relating to the state of the woman, why does the evolution along these lines not affect this particular issue? In a state of absolute comparison, where one man built a tomb for his dead wife and the other whose Wife is in pieces right next to the frozen foods is the 'man'kind evolving or devolving?

Why so serious?

Isn’t suicide the best display of bravery by man?

When I say man, I mean it, because a woman barely likes her appearance when she is setting it up for hours, so imagine when she starts to get the 'perfect suicide look’, the idea of dying is replaced by the pedicure deal on the nearby spa. 

For a million dollars, would you walk into a room filled with gasoline and a tensed chain smoker? If you're suicidal, you would be the one with the lighter. 

Suicide is an act of bravery; to know what is about to happen and still go on with it needs some serious balls. It is one thing to see the light but totally another to run after it. What is the last thought as the bottle rolls off the palm/the toe leaves the stool/the blood drips from the mutilated vein? It’s usually said that all the best moments of life come back to you in a flashback of sorts. So, technically the best moments of your life lead to shooting yourself in your head.

The idea of suicide is somewhat selfish and darkly comic, but the reasons behind it can be highly serious and disturbing. Lost love, a pile of debt, parental/peer pressure, poverty, social insecurity, drug addiction and in some cases, plastic surgeries gone bad. To sum it up, when you start to take your shit way too seriously, you die. That’s the whole point of it. People take everything too damn seriously. We need to learn how to just simply walk away, to let it be what it is and not provide it with a natural full stop of our own. It is not actually very smart that after all the effort, joys, sorrows and pains that have been put into to achieve all the money, power and luxury that you sheepishly end it with a dusty ceiling fan and a length of rope. If you are going to kill yourself and you are pretty much sure about it, be clear about how you will do it at least. Don’t mess a suicide or how will you live with yourself the rest of your life? That’s the other thing about suicides. It’s your last act; the least can you do is be creative. Don’t be a drab and just do what you saw on the TV the other day. Kill yourself from overeating of blueberry pies or skydiving, making a mold of semi frozen vodka and fitting inside it as it freezes you to death while you lick it or trying to ride a shark with a piece of meat hanging by your side.

If you gotta die, you gotta die. But life’s not half bad, it’s just messed up and weirdly complex; if you are young, you have a whole another life ahead of you, if your old, you have been through worse and if you’re a woman...go ahead, I dare you.