Questions I would ask gay people

I’d love to think it takes a lot to decide to be gay. I don’t think you just wake up and decide; you launch a commission of inquiry comprising the three people in you. That’s when you weigh repercussions and the merits, thereafter make a sound decision. Gayness isn’t just something you stumble upon, like a slipped and fell into a gay trap. No, it takes courage, like someone strapping himself with explosives with the hope that he’ll find virgins somewhere in the afterlife.

You go against the norm, against social beliefs and values and most importantly against African ideals, so much so that leaders consider homosexuality to a kind of treason. And the ridicule, that comes with! How do you decide that you are going to live with it, dragging your parents, your family and everybody who knows you?

But these questions aren’t even the ones I’d like to ask you. I have others deeper than what you’ve seen above. I do not hate the fact that you’ve decided to be what the society distastes, but I’d surely hate when my son shows up home with a dude in tow, and probably say, ‘dad, meet my boyfriend Jeremy.’ Then I’d hate you with some form of venom, more dangerous than black mamba’s, more dangerous than the way Uhuru ‘hates’ Raila.

How do you react when he cheats on you?

In any relationship, the inevitable happens sometimes and it’s called cheating. Do you go berserk, break up with them and with unspeakable ire declare all men are the same? How does it feel especially when they cheat on you with the opposite gender? Like man, you’ve made a lot of sacrifice to create a way where it shouldn’t be but then they go behind your back and decide to go for Eve?

Do you find straight men abnormal?

The truth is we find you abnormal. I mean when God created men and women for such matters but then you decide to find other means to live. But then you are who you are. Do you find us (straight men) kind of abnormal, with our sincere love for endowed women? Do you wish everyone saw the world with own eyes?

Is there beauty in being gay anyway?

It’s gory and disgusting to think of a man groping another man. It’s even uglier to think of the love making sessions. In short there’s nothing beautiful about gayness. Its ghastly considering no one raises their sons to be gay. What makes it worse is you don’t get acceptance quite easily in the society. Nobody wants to be seen with you, they don’t want to be judged by the friends the associate with.

When it’s all said and one you are who you are. The society thinks you sexual orientation is contagious that’s why they fight with all their might. Nobody ever seeks to understand how you got there and instead or drawing wisdom from which they don’t understand they are quick to judge.