The Compassionate and The Merciful.

A few years ago I desperately need a friend to tell him everything. Everything that I am, everything that I must not be. I put an ad in the late GayIran site. But then, after receiving a few emails I didn’t answer. I AFRAID. Maybe I was paranoid but I afraid from everything. Every gaze, every gesture told me that THEY knew the truth. Then I gradually returned to my lifetime solitude and became so accustomed to it that I really don’t want to leave it. A few days ago Alone Persian Man and Gay Love, Love Gay wrote beautiful posts about religion and homosexuality. Also there is a psychology-society-religion-based dialoge in Persian Talk named “Is homosexuality a disease?”. The homophobe side of debate thought that there are two kinds of gays. The ones who just want a holiday from heterosexual intercourse and do it for just fun and that ill ones with unbalanced hormones and childhood complexes that wrongly became man and must change their sex or kill themselves! (Or as Pantea suggested in that debate if they did not, our dear government takes the trouble). Have you tried not being a mutant? Another side thought that assigning harsh punishments for sodomy by religions is to prevent spreading of corruption in society and to tell potential and undecided queers to be good boys and marry women (without thinking about outcome of these kind of marriages and their happiness). After reading several english religion-oriented gay sites I still can not admit that religion accepts homosexuality. Most of their biblical and koranic evidences is based on the fact that gays must not categorized as men or god simply hates corruption, whether its sodomy or adultery and the fact that god loves us all. I only can accept the last one. But I write all of these because I think whatever is the relationship of religions with homosexuality; the dominant factor is the idea of society. God is compassionate and merciful, but THEY are not. Gays are a successful minority, but they are still a minority and as much as they try to show that they are proud to be gay and afraid of nothing, when two boys kiss each other on the lips in the street, they look around with uneasiness. They knew that people are looking and that they have been regarded with fear, suspicion, often hatred. That is the biggest closet of all and the strongest one. It’s the closet of fears as strong and as deep as childhood ones. And whether they are real or not, all us freaks have is each other .



PS: The italic parts are from X-Men 2 and Hellboy trailers.

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