  the cause we are fighting for (bloody freedom fighters :) - the invigorating fervour that some of us, myself included, slap off the frivolity of others' sans-logic arguments - but what for, really, what for?
The government has not been entirely unkind, and progress, though slow, is progress. Bearing in mind the traditional Asian values that have governed our society, having events like nation04, gay-themed plays etc. is a milestone in Singapore's history of acceptable changes in the sexual dichotomy. on the other hand, (you have different fingers. ) The stigma may have wavered a little, but it remains, after (un)dying and valiant efforts to tear the wall down.
The ramifications of certain decisions remain demonstrably considerable in many cases. to tell your best friend in secondary school, to declare before enlistment, to step out of the closet, to be your real self in a real world. aren't you tired? i am. i be and am, and i don't feel the need to justify myself anymore. it is abominably tiring. other than the fact that i have homosexual proclivities and indulge in the fulfilment of them, i am law-abiding.
i cheer madly at NDPs and sing the national anthem with pride. my homosexuality, which although some apparently perceive as the core of my being, remains merely one fo the facets of the me that is. i'm singaporean. i can speak chinese (albeit terribly unfluently). i like literature. i am a guy who likes guys. i go huh at e.e.cummings. i have ten fingers, ten toes, a nose. why concentrate on the one part of me? explain cummings to me. count my fingers. send me for chinese linguistics tuition. but chastise me?
if you are insecure, don't be. there is no need to justify and at the end of the day, (for me) i only need to be accountable to myself. some of you may have your deities or gods to answer to - then so be it. it is your choice for your own religion, and i am so tired i can't continue explaining that you who have chosen your religion chose the path you will take and your ambivalence and torment is (you guessed it. ) a matter of your choice, to my friends who have lived so terribly. maybe, One day we will learn to love ourselves.
The fat ones will stop dreaming of chubchasers, those fauns who hang from love-handles. The skinny ones will dare to wear tight tops. The old ones will stop claiming they look at least five years younger, over telephones. The young ones will walk into pubs and not feel the need to be needy. We will learn that muscles are like doorknobs that hint nothing about empty rooms. We will learn that a big cock is a miracle, but only of hydraulics.
Just because a body has been pierced, tanned, or landscaped with tough flesh does not make it an armour. Just because a body has not been touched does not mean it is eager for lessons. When two people kiss there is the possibility of love, not its confirmation. When three people kiss there will always be one who feels left out. When two strangers fuck the healing they do is the unstitching of old wounds. One day the closeted boy jacking off in his bed will know that guilt and shame are just the body's fatigue at hollering to a world that is deaf.
One day someone will walk up to the paunchy white man at the party and genuinely ask what his name tag stands for, GWM4LTR, worn like a prison code. At Raffles Place the shophouses will catch fire and expel the smell of catpiss, and rotting beams. The shadows of men will grow tall in such an inferno. Loners will stay back at Fort Road for sunrise, even if rays will illuminate pockmarks and scars. In broad daylight two men holding hands will mean nothing, but a symptom of daylight. (anthem, TIM) i lost my point somewhere. and incoherence takes over. 
