One morning, a call came from a friend : It’s positive. I woke up startled, unsure if I’ve heard the right thing. POSITIVE?! That was my reaction to be honest. I couldn’t believe it really. I guess we’ve always thought of ourselves, friends and love ones as immortals and nothing could harm or break us.

Before the dust settled, I bombed my friend with truckloads of questions. What happened? How did you find out? Are you very sick? How did you get it? Are you sure? What did the doctor said? Did you use protection when you did it? Did you tell your partner? Did you informed the people you’ve been with? And so on…

I had a huge judgemental piece of shit lodged right up my ass that most of the time I said “You should be responsible and tell them”. At that moment, I forgot I was talking to a friend. A friend who was worried and has trusted me enough to break this important piece of news to me and the only thing I did was judging on how my friend should ‘do the right thing.’

I let my friend down that day. Instead of words of comfort from the get go, I kept being oh so self righteous. Needless to say our friendship suffered. I still disagree with my friend’s decision of keeping mum but I know now more than ever that I should be a friend 1st and foremost. Then we deal with other things after.

Subsequent friends who came out to me about their positive status was handled in a more mature manner. They’ve felt the burden taken off them to have finally been able to be honest with another person without being judged. To which I’ll always answer : I was this little piece of shit then! That in the past I’ve let my friend down, the one who called for comfort and understanding but instead, gotten a self-righteous lecture.

Through them I’ve learn more about their feelings and fears. How friends would shunned them, that people think they deserved it and wondering if they are bad people. That news would travel far and wide and romantic life would suffer greatly because of that very fear and stigmatisation.

Sometimes we forgot how hard it is for a person to call us and tell us about something as important as that. If we could stop, listen and empathize with them instead of being so self righteous, maybe we would’ve been able to play a part in reducing the stigmatization that is happening everyday in this world.

I have once been told of someone who went for an interview and was required to go for medical examination as the final round selection requirement. Not only was that person not hired but that person also lost current job as the interviewer sees it fit to inform current employer of said person’s HIV / AIDS status.

If this happened in western countries, I am sure a lawsuit and protection will follow based on the ground of discrimination. However, with stigmatisation, many resort to ‘accept’ and do not dare to ‘rock the boat’ in case they brought shame and hurt their family and love ones.

We can stop all that. We could help improve lives and that includes ours. That’s what IAMD is all about. One day, I hope we can all come together with our thoughts and actions that spelled : In Solidarity We Stand.

It’d be good if you could read more about HIV / AIDS and Safer Sex (FYI, graphic contents so don’t say I didn’t warn you ya?) and play your part in helping to reduce the level of discrimination and stigmatisation experience by people who are Positive and the family and friends who love them. I’d also like to share this movie from MTV’s Staying Alive Foundation called Transit. If you think yourself immortal, pause and think again. After all, art does imitate life.

For HIV / AIDS support group in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, you can contact PT Foundation and talk to them. They are very helpful and staves are professional and non-judgemental so do know that you could open up to them.

I care and it can all start with ME.

Don’t forget. Never forget.

Does it make us less human?

Does it make us less human?

“Every day, thousands of babies are born into the world and one of the first questions that will always be asked by anyone about a new-born baby is about the biological sex. In our Malaysian society, similar to most other societies, it is part of the norm to expect either ‘a boy’ or ‘a girl’ as the answer. However, for a few us, the organ that is present between our legs when we are born has little to do with our self-perception. We are in a constant state of conflict due to the discrepancies existing between the socially constructed expectations associated with having a penis or a vagina and our self-perception”

Hello there everyone! My name is Mary. I was born biologically a male complete with functioning male reproductive organs and, because of that, I was raised as a boy during my childhood. I live in a typical nuclear family with a responsible father, loving mother, a caring elder sister and a comically interesting younger brother. When I was small I never noticed that I was different from any of the other children. They liked to play with toys and I too liked to play with toys. They liked to play in a group and I too liked to play in a group. However, I noticed that I was naturally strongly gravitated towards feminine games and toys. The other boys would play with fire trucks and action figures while I played with my sister’s Cinderella Barbie doll. The other boys would climb up trees or wrestle in the mud while I played house with my sister’s friends. I was still quite naïve when I was a child and I was unaware that there were certain activities that were socially acceptable for me to do based on my biological sex.

After a few years, I was in primary school and I was still unaware of my transgenderism. However, by this time, I started to develop strong sexual attraction towards other boys. I could still remember the first boy I had a crush on. At that moment, I did not know about the term ‘heterosexual’ or ‘homosexual’ so I thought it was acceptable for me to have sexual feelings for people who have the same biological sex as me. Throughout my years in primary school, I was constantly bullied and mocked for being a ‘sissy’ and acting feminine. Due to my eccentric and socially deviated behaviour, I never had any real friends when I was in primary school and my social skills development as well as my self-esteem suffered detrimentally. I was merely another student in the background and I was implicitly ostracised. Fortunately, I still manage to go through primary school without much overt detrimental consequences.

It was during my secondary school life and college life which currently were the hardest as well as enlightening times for me. During secondary school, around Form Two, I finally understood that my sexual attractions towards other boys was labelled as ‘homosexuality’ and it was heavily stigmatised by society. My college years was the time I truly understood myself as a person and discovered my transgenderism. By college, I have identified myself as a homosexual man and I communicated with other more mature homosexual men to gain some insights about myself. However, I was utterly confused because many those men were very masculine in their behaviour and the only common characteristic between me and them was that we were sexually attracted to people of our own biological sex. I stopped my efforts to communicate with other homosexual guys and focused on my pre-university studies. While I was doing my pre-university studies, I met a very kind guy and he was in the same class as me. He was a heterosexual guy and we talked to each other quite frequently. He commented that my behaviour and emotional responses were strikingly similar to that of a girl. Due to that, he treated me as a girl and I felt quite happy. His comments and the way he treated me made me considered that I might be a female trapped in male’s body.

After my college years, I did some information gathering and I discovered the term ‘transgenderism’ during the process. I extensively read about the topic and looked up some videos on YouTube regarding people who are transgendered. After watching their testimonies, I felt that I finally found my true self. All this while I thought I was a homosexual man but in reality I was a transgender. I felt a great moment of epiphany had occurred and all my previous confusions regarding my past behaviours were finally dispelled. I finally understood myself and I gained one of the greatest gifts of all which was inner peace.

Most people think that being a transgender is some sort of disease or a curse which needs to ‘removed’ or ‘cured’. However, I beg to differ. I confess that I initially thought that transgenderism was a disorder and I attempted to ‘correct’ it. However, after some deep thought, transgenderism can be a source of great empowerment and intellectual insight. By being born transgendered, I am out of the typical male-female social binary system that exists in most societies. Consequently, it made me aware of the unfair, unjust, limiting, restrictive and sometimes hurtful unattainable idealistic stereotypes that society attempts to impose upon people just because they were born with a penis or a vagina.  This led me to deeply think about pertinent issues such as gay marriage, gender equality, religious bigotry, morality, anthropogenic conception of God, humanity and so on. On hindsight, it is quite remarkable that just one condition of mine which is transgenderism led me to be introduced to so many rigorous intellectual topics.

Other than that, the constant excruciating emotional pain that I have experienced before I knew I was a transgender has toughened me up but at the same time made me understood deeply about human suffering. All humans regardless whether you are a transgender or not have the capacity to experience pain and suffer. It is one of the few things that unify us as human beings. Through my painful experiences, I have developed a compassionate heart for those who are suffering and an understanding for their pain. I could have chosen to shut my heart off from the rest of the world to prevent experiencing further pain but that would also shut my heart off from experiencing love. The one thing that I have learned from my painful experiences is that barring yourself from giving and receiving love is the worst form of emotional self-imprisonment. I learned to love and be compassionate.

I have reached the end of my story. I hope my journey in discovering my transgenderism has been inspirational. For those transgenders out there, keep your head up high and find people who love you for who you are regardless of your biological sex .Your life as a transgender will be very difficult and hard. You will experience ridicule, mockery and emotional heartbreaks. Even so, never allow those painful experiences turn yourself into a bitter and hateful person. Allow those experiences to enlighten and teach you about love and compassion. You will never be able to feel true happiness if you have never felt true suffering. Additionally, always reach for your dreams. If you want to be a fashion designer then go for it. If you want to be a singer then march on. I myself have a dream of becoming one of the few prominent transgender scientists. Finally, be with a person who loves you for the person who you truly are irrespective of your physical body. It will be difficult especially in our society that emphasises that a penis and a vagina must be present in a romantic relationship. However, I can assure you that there are people out there who see your inner female or male. I wish you all the best in life and, most importantly, be yourself pretty lady or handsome guy!

I grew up thinking I was damn straight. I’ve dated guys, no issue with them. Here’s the thing, I am not really straight. Never mind that I discover it much later compared to most people. Sometimes I feel, maybe… just maybe…  it could’ve been better if I have known more about sexuality back then. My 1st memory of a crush was in high school and she’s still etched in my mind. That was 19 years ago. Heck, even my 1st celeb crush is a woman and that was way longer. I grew up watching her play a transgender, tomboy/butch/androgynous or femme persona. Needless to say, I am still in love with the characters she had portrayed and still am enamored by her. Some of you may know her, some may not. That awesome goddess is Brigitte Lin *fan girl mode*.

Growing up, I am just more aware of the ladies compared to my peers and one of my past times is to watch them go by. The way they swept their hair, the way they glide, their expressions and the details of their face; I enjoyed all that. Still, I didn’t think I was lesbian or anything. I just thought I appreciate women’s beauty more than I’d enjoy the appearance of men. In my early 20s, I was asked by a group of girls (strangers) in a club if I am a lesbian. When I said I wasn’t, they gave me the : “Are you sure you aren’t in denial / closeted?” Again, I didn’t think too much about that and life goes on as usual. I then met someone a couple of years later and all that changed.  Needless to say I burst out of the closet (if there were any to begin with) and gave my mom the shock therapy of her lifetime.

Of course, my “I met a woman and we U-Hauled” didn’t go down so well. Mom told me I was crazy and ask me if I know what society would do to people ‘like’ me and she didn’t want to hear about what I am doing out there (didn’t they teach us honesty is the best policy?), sis? Her only worry is her reputation. I responded with “I don’t need you nor society’s approval & acceptance. I am informing you so you don’t get shocked to death with whatever you think you might hear about me from whoever your source is.”

During my 1st relationship with my then gf, there was this constant pressure to label myself. I didn’t give that much thought to it before but somehow it’s necessary for everyone’s sanity apparently? Leading the way was my then gf, bombarding me on an almost daily basis with “Are you straight, a late lesbian bloomer or just bisexual?” I mean, was that important really? Is it not important how I feel but which team I signed up to bat for? I felt so exasperated whenever she brought it up. Usually female friends or ex-colleagues would go “Are you sure you are a lesbian now? You looked like a straight woman / You’re better as one.” IDK where that idea came from unless they meant that they prefer to see me do a cock than a pussy… well, I am not them… I don’t need to live with their choices for me.

Interests from straight male friends and ex-colleagues were different and not necessarily better. Some I felt need to affirm their machismo more than being curious on why I am in a relationship with another woman after being with men for many years. I do get the “How did you gals do it?” quite a lot. They waited with bated breath for my answer; as if it’s life and death. My answer? “Did everything except without a dick.” Usually followed by that protest of “But how could you be satisfied from ‘that’?” Followed by my eye-rolling and my question of “Are you sure only your dick could satisfy a woman?”

Yes, I did lose some friends because of my new ‘status’ then (my family was a lost cause dino years ago). Thank god I have some really great dear friends and  ex-colleagues who were like this : “Yeah? She good to you?” To them, nothing is as good as knowing that I am happy and well. They are the ones who constantly kept my ‘humanity is not a lost cause’ torch going on; burning ever so brightly and strong. These are the people whom you should keep near and shower them with love and care; not people who fawn at the sight of you but scattered like a bug when hardship rolls in.

I spent the next several years calling myself a lesbian. Deep inside however, I felt something is not entirely right. After getting out from that relationship, I started befriending more members of the family, exchanging stories of discovering our sexuality and the labels that we identify ourselves with. Some told me, your label is not important, don’t need to do so and just love who you love. Needless to say after years of being interrogated by my ex I couldn’t just lie back against that advice; more so when I know damn well there must be a label to represent someone like me.

And I went at it like this is some sort of a puzzle I need to solve before I go sleep or something. I find myself not only attracted to cis women or men but also other gender identities or sexual orientations (understandably Asexual person and Gay men are off limits to me because : 1. I am a horndog. 2. Do I still need to explain?) in the rainbow spectrum but I’m not Polyamorous. Some I met were being smart asses and branded me a bisexual. Truth be told, I do not mind being called a bisexual, just that I couldn’t fully relate or feel totally at home with Bisexuality; just like how I was with Lesbianity. I do, however, take offence with those smart asses who think they know who I am and what label determines who and what is it I prefer. Still, I couldn’t find one that I feel really conveyed how I felt. So I continue to ask questions, search online and read what I could about the different sexualities to understand it.

My journey ended when PANSEXUALITY decided to make its appearance. The more I read, the more I can relate to it. For those of you who debate over the differences between Bisexuality and Pansexuality, I hope that helped and also that you are not confusing Pansexuals with Polysexuals ya? However, for people who have no idea whatsoever on the many spectrum of our rainbow family and a language barrier (to the online resources I could point them to) to boot, I do use Bisexuality as base for comparison so they could understand who I really am and identify with. I found that it helped them understand us better.

I always ended those discussion with a reminder for them not to brand any bisexuals or pansexuals as cheaters, a promiscuous person, distrust them or enforce on them to just be ‘straight’, not be in a same sex relationship and the “Why can’t you live your life normally?” all because our coverage are wider. After all, everyone is capable of cheating and being promiscuous. Also, if only straight-acting & living that life you called ‘normal’ were so damn easy and would not kill us from the inside out, do you really think we like being the sitting duck for bigots and haters? If you still insist, I’d like to see you try to live your life being a Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, Intersex, Queer, Pansexual or Asexual person so you would understand why such request is totally ridiculous…

Most times, as human, we forgot our capability for humanity and understanding. Beyond the differences of what we think we see in others, we are all the same. We are human, we bleed when hurt, we eat when hungry, we have wants and needs that are quite similar with one another. What do you find so scary about us? Is it because we didn’t conform? Is it because we’re taking you out from your comfort zone? If you are a proud heterosexual, don’t you think that others want to be a proud lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, intersex, queer, pansexual, asexual too? And if you are member of the rainbow community, I plead that you don’t continue to ostracise yourself or others and get that internalised phobia out from you. Just like what my fellow brother who said “I have one life, my gay life.”

Thank you Pansexuality, I am now home.

We don't need to discriminate. Enough discrimination has been done.

We don’t need to discriminate. Enough has been done to last a million cycle.
Don't be part of the problem. Be part of the solution!

Don’t be part of the problem. Be part of the solution!

Memories of Year pre-2009 are not significant enough for me to share my experience as I have not came out of the closet then, thus no issues and prejudices with my sexuality. I think it is unfair for me to share something at the time when I have not experienced any form of suppression and discrimination.

I will begin my story by reminiscing my memory of Year 2009, the year that I will never forget…

Courageous and foolish me, so to speak, I came out to my parents at the age of 18. In fact, it was on my birthday month that I took the courage to confess to them. To be honest, I used to think that it was not the best decision and action I had ever made, not to mention that I am also the only child in the family. The disappointment on their faces engulfed me and made me rigid. Well it was very understandable, even now, as my mum came from an estate and my dad was not greatly exposed to the existence of the LGBT community, too. With disgust and disappointment, they sent me to Kolej Tuanku Jaafar in Negeri Sembilan, and my mum who had stayed by my side for 18 years left for Indonesia with my dad who was working there for, also, 18 years. Kolej Tuanku Jaafar ( KTJ ) is a boarding school with mostly Malaysians and some international students as the school provides national and international syllabuses from Form 1 to Upper Form 6.

Feeling really empty after my commotion with my parents, I stepped into this school for my Lower Form 6 in late August 2009 for my A-level. I made a promise to myself to hide my sexuality from my new friends, if I had any, until the later stages of my education in KTJ. I was assigned to stay in Nadzimuddin House with approximately other 80 male students mostly Malaysians and a few from Maldives, Korea, Thailand and Indonesia, and most of them were homophobes from my observation.

Well I was not that lucky I guessed when some of the existing students played a prank on me on my 2nd day of school. The ‘masterminds’ made a Form 4 junior to walked into my room with only his boxers and T-shirt. The junior asked me ‘Do you want to touch my balls?’ and I quickly replied ‘no’. He, then, took off his T-shirt and said ‘How about now?’ while literally touching his groin. I tried to walk out of my room, without giving him any reply, but he held my waist and dry-humped me. Infuriated and humiliated, I shouted “Doesn’t mean that I’m gay, you can have the audacity to humiliate me like this!’. Innocently, I thought he knew that I was gay beforehand and decided to have a prank on me, but the truth was otherwise. The prank was just a prank, my promise to myself was broken per se, effectively from the moment I opened my mouth and shouted.

Again my foolish action, by stating that I am gay when I shouted, had caused me to be in deep trouble. News spreaded fast in KTJ, not to mention that it was about a new gay student living in Nadzimuddin House, the house with the highest reputation among other male boarding houses. On my 3rd day in KTJ, I was summoned to the Principal’s Office to have a talk with the then Principal of KTJ, Mr Walter Jones. He told me that many of my housemates were afraid of me because of my sexuality and I was on the verge of being asked to leave the school because of the complains from my housemates and ultimately for being gay as , he added, KTJ was founded by the Tuanku Jaafar family which happened to be Muslims. Luckily some senior teachers defended me and therefore the Principal allowed me to proceed my education in KTJ after few discussions with them and also the founders of the school, to promote social diversity and LGBT exposure to the students. However I had to succumb to 2 rules:-

1) No relationship with any student of KTJ
2) No display of affection to any student of KTJ
*** if I was to be seen or even heard breaching these 2 rules, I would be asked to leave the school, without further warning, on the very next day.

Adapting to the boarding school life as well as inculcating these 2 rules in my head was not an easy job. Although the Housemaster (warden) of my boarding house had explained my situation to my housemates and asked them to open up themselves to LGBT individuals, I could still see homophobia and discrimination in my boarding house towards me. Firstly, all of them were walking around the house with T-shirts and pants, as opposed to the tradition of the boarding houses whereby the fraternity was strong and students walked around half-naked with only boxers on their bodies. On random occasions, some of them did cross-dressing, came up to my room and tried to frustrate me, while a cameraman was recording from a hidden corner. They tried to get some ‘drama’ to be posted on YouTube but I had always remained calm.

The first few months in KTJ were literally a gruesome nightmare. I had only a few male friends and many female friends. This situation happened because some open-minded heterosexual male students were afraid of being teased and labelled as ‘gay’, when being seen to be making friends with me. The homosexual male students, on the other hand, avoided me to ensure their sexuality was well hidden away from their friends. In my own boarding house, my housemates were avoiding me all the time. When I walked into the pantry to make some noodles, all of them walked out. When I walked into the Billiard Room or TV room, they walked out. Only during House Meetings that I was able to enjoy the fraternity of sitting together with all my housemates to update ourselves with the weekly KTJ news.

One year had passed, I survived a year in KTJ without being asked to leave the school and there was only one more year left to endure! In August 2010, I became one of the Upper Six Formers, in which were the most senior students of all Forms in KTJ. The discrimination and pranks had mostly subsided as many of my housemates had accepted me into the fraternity and went back to the tradition of being half-naked with only boxers worn in the boarding house, even when I was around. I remembered one of them actually asked me this question and his name was Keith, “Why do you let people know that you’re gay?” and I replied, “I have only one life … Why do I have to lie about it or hide the real me?”. He kept quiet and walked away. At that time, Keith was still very homophobic but I started to earn his trust and respect when I helped him out in multiple occasions, regardless of his past conflicts with me. Did I tell you that he was the cameraman of the pranks? In Year 2011, just before the Chinese New Year school break, Keith said “I’m sorry for what I did last time”. I felt tremendously happy and his simple short apology brought me to tears. A homophobic and stubborn person apologised to a homosexual man and finally somehow accepted homosexuality. This was my first experience in my life on such matter. Keith is now my friend and he is also on my Facebook.

After finished all my A-level papers in June, I graduated and survived KTJ for almost 2 years while abiding with the 2 rules. I made friends with most of my housemates and many students of KTJ. I held the position as the Vice-Captain of Nadzimuddin House for Year 2010-2011 and had many good memories as well as nightmares. Now, to think of it, those nightmares have made me who I am today. They mould me into a tough and solid person, not forgetting compassionate and tolerating. These nightmares I had have became a wonderful journey that I appreciate until this very moment of my life. They define me, help me and prepare me to face the society I am in today.

In conclusion, we are in control of our own destiny. It is up to us to draw any necessary paths to get to where we want to be, as long as we do it for the benefit of ourselves and the community, provided it is legal under the provision of the law. We should always be ourselves and try to help the community to clear away the misconceptions and stereotypical perceptions of the LGBT community.

*From now till end of May I will share few stories from different individuals on their thoughts and journey through the waves of LGBTIQPA-phobia. Stay tuned!

As some may know, May 17 2013 is the world’s IDAHO day, which stands for International Day Against Homophobia (and all sorts of phobia spewed towards the LGBTIQPA family) and it is a very special day for most of us as we look towards this day to educate the public about hatred towards individuals like us and try in our best to bring awareness of the existence of LGBTIQPA-phobia to our friends, families, and our colleagues, and let them know how it could negatively affect our lives in many ways possible.

Now, what is my story? Have I ever been through any forms of phobia or discrimination? Truthfully, I have yet to face discrimination or any sort of phobia for being gay. I am proudly an open person and I came out to my family around November 2008. I could consider myself lucky as my family accepts me for who I am and they love me nevertheless. They even got to know my ex-boyfriend and my fourth sister always would encourage me to migrate somewhere where I could marry a guy and settle down. I couldn’t have been luckier! But as happy as I seem, I am not so happy with the state of awareness and acceptance in a place where I call home. Malaysia is a beautiful place to live, as well as safe, but even with all of its beauty and attractions, Malaysia could be one homophobic country to live in. Take the recent elections to further illustrate my point, the current government campaigned against the opposition claiming they were supportive of the LGBT ‘lifestyle’ and they would do away with this lifestyle if the public supports them. Fast forward to today, they have won, and I am not sure of their agenda to eradicate our existence.

It is also sad that I hear a lot of stories of my gay friends fearing for their lives if ever they would come out to their family. They fear that by doing so, their family would disown them and kick them out of the house. I have to understand that they are not so lucky as I am and I would always find a way to help them if I could. I could only wish that there are centers in which they could take in homeless LGBT youngsters and help them go through this difficult life. Since we are in the topic of phobia and discrimination, let me share with you some personal experience I went through whenever I am scrolling through or shall I say, cruising online to, you know, ‘fish’ up dudes. I am horrified by the internalized homophobia these dudes spurt among themselves. What the eff does straight-acting means? I am still clueless about that term but as I do know, it is an individual’s way of ‘worshipping’ the idea of being straight and that turns them on in a way I do not get. What I get is, I like macho-manly-man, the type of muscular dude who would sweep me off my feet and make beastly love to me. That is a preference. Straight-acting brings upon the notion that the desired behavior of any person would only be if he yields to the behaviors of what is deemed to be ‘straight’ and he shall not act otherwise; i.e. likes to bake wearing bikini (I can’t think of any queer behavior other than this) Submitting oneself to the ideal design of a ‘normal’ behavior is submitting oneself to the ever oppressing tyranny of a heteronormative culture. I am not saying that it is bad, but doing so further oppresses the very being that is you. And you is gay! Internalized homophobia sucks!

And don’t get me started with individuals who discriminate against ‘sissies’, ‘trannies’, and ‘chubby’ people. Stating that it is your preference really makes you sound like a douche bag and I shall not go there. We all go through such discrimination on a daily basis and I for one are oblivious towards them as I usually live in another planet, but sometimes it is blatantly thrown at our faces and we sadly have to deal with it. I truly hope that others may be as lucky as I am once they come out to their family and there would be measures out there in which we could take action in order to educate the public and those who are close to us about the negativity that hatred brings. This is not only about hatred and discrimination towards us, but it is about how we feel about it. The universe teaches us to be decent creatures towards each other and live in harmony, not full of hatred and discrimination.

I hope this year’s IDAHO would further heighten our efforts in diminishing homophobia in the country and worldwide.

Your promise save lives!

Your promise save lives!

Most associated the month of May with Mother’s Day but many are not aware that IDAHOBIT (International Day Against Homophobia, Biphobia and Transphobia) & IAMD (International AIDS Memorial Day) or better known as International AIDS Candlelight Memorial also fall in the same month. Many goes about their lives not being aware of IDAHOBIT (read more here) & IAMD because they feel it doesn’t concern them. What didn’t cross most people’s minds are these : we are all interconnected; we are a chain of family, friends, colleagues and so on.

No one life is lesser or more important than the other. No one should live in constant fear, discrimination and stigmatisation of being who they are based on their sexual orientation, gender identity, health status, etc. Is the people of the world so jaded? That violence are more embraced than love? That crimes are more tolerated but god forbid should 1 declare their sexual orientation or gender identity or HIV/AIDS status to another who is less accepting.

All of us, we are your children, brothers, sisters, dads, moms, cousins, uncles, aunts, grandpas, grandmas, friends, colleagues, partners. Do we want to see our own being judged, mistreated and punished for something that others misunderstood or chose not to understand. Don’t check your humanity at the door. Sexual orientation and gender identity are not choices; embracing and accepting another are.

Time to light that candle.

Together we are the solution

Together we are the solution

Yeap! You read right! Maybe not what you think though, you naughty naughty imp! PT Foundation is calling for a volunteer recruitment drive for their Rubber Ball 2013 : I LOVE RUBBER programme.

I LOVE RUBBER - PT Foundation

I LOVE RUBBER – PT Foundation

What PT does : Work with 5 communities most affected by HIV/AIDS in Malaysia.

Who they need : Volunteers from all walks of life.

When is it : Registration – before 19th May 2013. Briefing – 19.30pm, 22nd May 2013. Event – 23rd, 24th & 25th May 2013.

Where : Briefing & training – in KL

How can you participate : Call David @ +601 6955 3514.