Saturday, November 27, 2010

Straight As An Arrow

For a child of gay parents, would it be hard for the parents to accept if their kid turns out to be straight? I don't know. But considering the fight the parents must have fought all their lives to assert their identity which is, to put it mildly, somewhat disturbing to our social fabric, they would understand if their kid turns out to be different from them. My friend argues that all of us are gays and it's the society and its established conventions that forces people to be straight. I know he said that for effect and didn't really mean what he said. However, this raised a pertinent point. Imagine a social structure where parents ( both hetro and homosexuals) took it for granted that their kids could and would turn out to be of any of these sexual orientations namely : gay, straight or bi-sexual( is there any other kind?). In this environment of acceptance for all sorts of sexual orientations and behaviors, would we still have a staggering majority of straights in our midst?

My friend and I agree that the belief that sex is primarily for reproduction may be a fallacy. Sex is primarily for recreation and fun. Reproduction is just a byproduct.

However, that doesn't answer my question. Is she gay or not? My friend, who likes wuthering heights and calls himself MCG, says she looks like a gay. He has the tendency to swing from sublime to ridiculous. How can someone look gay? what do gays look like? They have been stereotyped, since time immemorial, through mannerisms. But it is surely not possible to identify a gay just by looking at him/her. And hence my problem remains unresolved. I must admit that i wouldn't mind if she turns out to be a bi-sexual.

P.S: My thoughts on the eve of Queer pride parade. But i need to find the answer to my all important question. Its eating me from inside.

St. Petersberg Vs Munirka

'Crime and Punishment' is a good read. After 100 or so pages, it resembles more like the psycho analysis of a man who is in a dark, suffocating tunnel walking aimlessly and knowing that he may never see the light at the end. He isn't even sure if there is an end. Claustrophobia is what i feel. It's brooding to the extent of being repulsive but i am surprised i do not feel repulsion. His discontinuous thoughts bordering on trivia isn't alien to me. He is obsessed with his torn and somewhat tilted hat. The urgency he feels in his thoughts to buy a new one only to forget it conveniently and drown in even more trivialities is also disturbingly familiar. i can not help but sport a weirdly suggestive wry smile at the way his thoughts leave and enter his evidently fucked up brain. He killed his landlady with an Axe.

I want to read more. I want to know me more.

P.S : The Saviour of the masses and oft-criticized internet wonder Wikipedia says " Dostoevsky could have written a book on Munirka. For so many lives are made and unmade here".
Purely on the basis of one third of the book, Munirka could well have been a part of mid nineteenth century St. Petersburg.