That’s so Gay…

Over the weekend I went to visit Baby Boy, a friend I have known for a few years. I met him in London when I was doing research on Chinese Homosexuals for a script I was writing and we have been mates ever since. I think he enjoys my company as I am quite open minded about homosexuality since some of my best friends are of that persuasion plus I was The Fag Hag during my college years, loving the camp cheekiness of gay clubs and bars and loving being surrounded by perfectly toned, beautiful male specimens that you can not only have a little flirt but also talk about the manicure you had yesterday!

Now, I have always been curious about homosexuality and bombard Baby Boy with questions like, How did you know? When was your first homosexual experience? What was it like growing up? etc. I am pretty nosy – I think it’s the long-sleeping writer in me, but anyway Baby Boy answers all my questions truthfully and candidly and it only made me think about how hard it is being in a non-conformist group.

Baby Boy is not only Chinese like me, so he has suffered all the dilemmas that first generation Chinese person might have concerning identity, family, language etc. but his family are also religious and before you ask, not some mystical Eastern religion but good old Jesus loving Christians. Baby Boy also has to contend with finding someone to spend his life with, someone genuine and who will love him for who he is which is a whole lot harder when you’re living half in and half out of the closet since his family do not know of his sexuality.

For the same script I also talked to a lovely Chinese Malaysian Gay Man, who told me a sad story of his friend back in Malaysia. He told me that his friend’s parents could not accept or condone the fact that their son was gay. They thought it was a sickness and told him it was a phase, they brewed Chinese herbal concoctions and forced him to drink it. His parents even paid for a woman to ‘turn’ their son. I thought about this, I am heterosexual and I don’t have to deal with this but what if I was a, you know, a lesbian? How would my family had reacted? Would I have been strong enough to cope with the prejudice and the tension? How did that poor boy feel by his parents reaction?

So whilst I sit here with my home comforts, my slightly dysfunctional family and my own daily trials and tribulations I wonder about my little Baby Boy and what he has to go through every day of his young life…

Babee Crazee

Finally, little niece has popped out!

Baby Lori born on Sunday and Big Sis & baby doing well!!!

Can’t wait t see her in a few weeks!!!