R A I N D A N C E R’ S F A I R Y P R O M E N A D E

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Continuing on my previous post, the Pride week ended with a fabulous beach party AKA the Kite Festival, on Mount beach on Sunday the 27th of May. It started pretty early in the evening but sadly, ended up pretty early too, around 8 PM or so…. Anyways, those few hours at the beach turned out to be really fun…. People were flying rainbow kites, two DJs playing some really cool music, this hot foreign guy in a thong dancing like crazy…. I also got myself a ‘Pride’ arm cut from among the merchandise available…. My friend bought one too but seems to be too chicken to wear it… lol…. They had some neat rainbow flags of all sizes too… Damn it… Need to get myself one of those….

And that was that…. The end of COLOMBO PRIDE 2007….

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For the third year in a row, EQUAL GROUND recently held a week long series of events in celebration of Gay Pride…. Not being able to partake in most of them, I hooked up with a couple of friends and hit the pride party at H2O on Thursday the 24th of May. It was at least 10 PM when the music started to play…. (I tell you, we fairies know how to party….) Anyways, there I was at Sugar gaping at the drag queen, chattering with my friends wandering if anyone was going to show up at H2O…. We finally left Sugar and went down to H2O bought our tickets from the sweetest lesbians you can imagine giving us a warm welcome, almost dropped dead at the sight of the hottest guy I’ve seen, who happened to be ushering us in, looked around and woaw… “Is everyone I know gay?” 

Some pretty familiar faces around, guys I’ve acted with, guys I know from school, guys I know from work, (not all of them gay of course), were giving me this “I knew it” look…. But did I care? Yes I did…. I was terrified…. 

But eventually I got over it and started to have some fun although I couldn’t drink that night due to a very painful Gastritis attack… (Goddamn it) and watched the shows with these hot guys in boxer trunks doing a really queer dance….  

There were two types of straight people in there as well, ‘straights type A’ were there to voice their support and have a drink and dance and have fun with us fags and dykes ‘straights type B’ however, were staring clueless at the dancers wandering what on earth happened to everyone and what all the fags were doing there. “Was it faggot and dyke hour?” Little did they know it was “faggot and dyke WEEK”…. 

I really had a lot of fun that night… H2O was packed with fairies promenading and butch lesbians, who on so many occasions I mistook for my father…. 

And there you have it…. The very first gay party I’ve been to…..

Hello All!

Really sorry that I haven’t been posting stuff on this blog for quite some time now…. I’ve been really busy at work and life and love and stuff; you know the usual…. But fear not, for Rain Dancer is back ad you guys can expect regular posts from now onwards…..

Cherryblossoms Yall….

The Human Rights Campaign has joined forces with legendary performer and fag hag Cyndi Lauper to launch a national tour in support of gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender equality. The True Colors 2007 Tour will feature Cyndi and other incredible artists including Erasure, Debbie Harry, The Dresden Dolls and Margaret Cho as well as a variety of special guests, including Rufus Wainwright in certain cities. In addition, HRC will receive a portion of every ticket sold. Cyndi Lauper has long been a supporter of the GLBT community, and particularly of HRC. Her motivation for this tour stemmed from her desire to give back to the community for the love and support they have given her throughout her career, while bringing gay and straight audiences together in support of equality. 

“We should all have the right to live with the same dignity, opportunity and safety no matter what a person’s sexual orientation is.” 

– Cyndi Lauper –

Three friends — two straight guys and a gay guy — and their significant others were on a cruise. A tidal wave came up and swamped the ship; they all drowned, and next thing you know, they’re standing before St. Peter.

The gay guy turned to his boyfriend and whispered nervously, “It doesn’t look good, Dick.”

It’s so sad when a person chooses to be who everyone else wants him to be…. It’s even sadder when he chooses to do so thinking that nobody will accept him for the person he really is. It’s sad when he craves so much to be himself but frets at the thought of rejection. It’s sad how he metamorphoses to his true self at a person’s bed room and then to a phony ‘wanna be’ around people. It’s sad that he ditches his truest friends who know who he really is and want to help him be himself, for his fake ones who don’t have a clue and don’t really give a fuck anyway. It’s sad that he can’t help but stare at a guy in a changing room and then look around to see if his friends were watching. It’s sad that he watches straight porn just for the penises but makes it a point to check out the vaginas every now and then if a friend is around. It’s sad that he sings the words “I want to break free” when he really is afraid of doing so. It’s sad how much another person’s comfort of being genuine can eat it’s way into his head. It’s sad how another person’s courage can only discourage him more. It’s sad that he doesn’t love himself and sadder yet that he thinks his friends don’t either. It’s sad that he’s falling apart and that every pillar of his life is crumbling down. It’s sad that soon his closet isn’t going to be big enough for all his fear, bitterness and tears. It’s sad that he wants to hide himself and doesn’t want to be found even after the game is over. It’s sad that he doesn’t want to turn his fear and bitterness in to relief. It’s sad that all his friends can do is feel sorry for him. It’s sad that he tries to deny the love he gave me so many times over the years and sadder yet that I miss his touch. This one’s for you Indigo…. I miss you!

I feel compelled to start off by mentioning that my sexuality does not define me. It’s a just a part of who I am. I just turned 21 last month and the sad part is that I started coming out just a few months ago…. I’m still not completely out of the closet yet, at least not as much as I’d like to be but I have to admit coming out has been hyper-dramatic and the last few months have been one hell of a time…..

I hit puberty around the average time of life for a boy, and since then, being the ordinary autho-sexual pubescent kid I was, I tended to experiment with other boys my own age and ‘Voila’, a decade later I’m queer….

I guess on some level I’ve always known since I was 14 or so that I’m gay, and believe me the thought isn’t easy to cope with when you’re born to a disfunctional, ultra-conservative Catholic family who believe that God will doom all faggots to burn an eternity in hell.  Hence, all throughout my teenage years I told no one and tried really hard to be like everyone else, tried hard to be like the guys in class who  called me a faggot… I guess I thought if I got a girlfriend and kept calling other people faggots that would make me  seem straight. Sad huh??? But then again all I wanted to do was spare myself from persecution.  Which is why 2 years ago I joined a Catholic evangelical congregation in the hopes of becoming a priest. I isolated myself from my friends and my family and set off to another country to help propagate my faith. A year passed by with me still pretending to be the straight and hilariously enough, homophobic…. That’s when I came to realise that I can’t run away from myself. So I came back to my family and friends. It’s been a year for this month since I came back and a few months ago I told my cousin and she said “I understand, that’s totally cool with me”. Then I told Honeysuckle and he said “really? Me too”…. Anyways since then I started telling my friends and I guess I’m lucky that I have friends who accept me for who I am although I can’t expect things to be the way they were….

 So much has changed in the past few months that I haven’t the vaguest recollecting of how my social life used to be before that….

So that’s my story in a nutshell…. And I guess I went from one extreme to another when it came to denying myself and then accepting myself… But then again nothing seems extreme when you’re as queer as me……