Reflections of David

"My religion is very simple. My religion is kindness." – The Dalai Lama

What’s Coming

 When I was young my mom used to say that when I heard ringing in my ears, it meant someone was talking about me.  I now know that she was very much mistaken.  The ringing is dull, and behind it I can hear the murmurs of hundreds of people around me, like the calm anticipation of a full theater audience before a Broadway show.  But I can’t see anyone, it’s so bright, not even squinting helps.  Light gray silhouettes of people I may or may not know are all I can make out.  I’m moving, but I don’t know in which direction.  I hear a calm symphony playing now, the sounds of the murmurs now depressed.  I’m not scared, but  I don’t know what’s coming, I didn’t think it would be like this.  I didn’t think it would end so suddenly.  I hope Jack is okay.  I know he’s going to take it rough.  I know he’ll be okay.  I don’t know where I’m going now, but I know what’s coming can only be good. 

Feeling, Breathing, Waiting…

Daisy stares out the window feeling the cool wet breeze hit her face as it streams into her high-rise apartment window, distinguishing all the familiar  scents of uncertainty that reside in any major city in North America.  Her interest in what is out there excites her, but the imprint in her heart of something that used to be there, that should still be there,  that remains untouched, is insufferable.  That imprint is there unchangingly as her conscious placed caution tape around it years ago, hoping that soon its keeper will return.  Dust will settle, days will turn, but she’ll wait until waiting is past. 
 

It’s Not Okay to be Gay Everywhere!

Dear Bloggers and Followers,

I am writing to you with deep concern for a friend who I’m afraid for.  He is gay and lives in Pakistan in the closet. He is regularly bullied at his University by his peers and even his professors for being feminine. As you might know, I am gay and half Pakistani, and even I can only imagine what life must be like for someone who lives with such a secret in such a country ruled by traditional, overbearing, religious, and primitive values.

I’m hoping some words of encouragement, and love from around the world will give him some strength to keep going and cheer him up. Please, if you have a twitter account, send him some encouragement. His twitter handle is @saaadiiii.  I’m sure it will ease his sadness a great deal.

Thank you!

The Internet Goes on Strike on January 18, 2012!

Tomorrow between 8am and 8pm my blog will be blacked-out, joining many bloggers and websites in protest of the proposed SOPA and PIPA which would allow for government censorship of social media and other sites world wide.  We all know how the government likes to abuse it’s power.  Please look at the links below to take action and to get more in-depth information about these proposed Acts which will be voted on by Congress on January 24th.

Thanks for Visiting!

http://sopastrike.com/strike

SOPA http://www.opencongress.org/bill/112-h3261/show

PIPA http://www.opencongress.org/bill/112-s968/show

http://americancensorship.org/

Meet My Daughter – and Vote!

 

I’ve always wanted a Miniature Pinscher (no, NOT just because it’s like the stereotypical gay dog ), and a few months ago my boyfriend’s cousin got the cutest puppy ever! It was a Mini Pinscher (50%) mixed with Chihuahua (25%) and Poodle (25%).  But Skye looked more like a Mini Pinscher – with a little bit of Chihuahua – and she was adorable!  I had been thinking of a way to dognap the pup (I told my boyfriend we could invite them over to spend the night, and then drug his cousin and put her on the subway while Skye stayed with us).  Surprisingly, my boyfriend didn’t think this was such a good idea.  So I kept considering various schemes to get that pup, until his cousin called with shocking news – Skye’s mom just gave birth to another litter!  

Of course, I was thrilled.  That is until I realized that I was super allergic to dogs.  I decided I would go see an allergist and start taking allergy shots to deal with the allergies.  So my boyfriend told his cousin to make sure the cutest, most Miniature Pinscher-ish puppy was saved for us, and it was.  That little gorgeous pup up there is my daughter Cherry Gaga! 

Yes, I know it’s a pretty gay name but my boyfriend wouldn’t let me name it Lady Gaga! We’d call her Lady I’d say, but he wouldn’t have it.  So after many names had come and gone (and I mean many!) we decided on Cherry, and I just had to add Gaga to the end of it.

Isn’t she cute?  Well, would you say she is the cutest pup you’d ever seen in your whole life?  If so (or even if not), please vote for her!  I entered her photo in a contest at Luvmypetphoto.com and the winner gets a $100 gift certificate to Petco!  We’re all dealing with these hard times, and an extra $100 would be super helpful for us!   So click on any of the links in this paragraph, click on the “Vote Now” link, and look for the same picture that I put above to help us win!  

Thanks so much for your help! Oh, and Cherry says Hi

Why You Should Always Have Your Guard Up In A City Like NY!

Every once in a while, a fairly troubling occurrence brings me back to reality, reminding me that I need to always have my guard up living in this fabulous city of New York.

In 2001, when I was a senior in high school, a group of teenagers on bicycles whom were looking for trouble circled around me while one of them ask me for a quarter, my aunt’s dog Toby was watching uneasily (Toby could have been the stunt double for Toto in the Wizard of Oz, so he wasn’t really that intimidating).  When I told them I didn’t have a quarter, I tried to walk away but I was pushed back against a parked car and held down on the hood while my pockets were being searched.  I don’t remember what was going on in my head at that moment, but for some reason I couldn’t remove my hand off of my pocket where my wallet was.  I remember my father had just given me about a hundred dollars, and I had my senior pictures that I was going to place in safe keeping because I couldn’t afford to purchase the photo package.  They were going to get in my pockets no matter what, and lucky for them, there was only one person standing by that was too afraid to do anything (later that guy said he thought we were playing around).  That is why they threw me to the ground and proceeded to kick my face in.  Read more…

Out of the Closet and Into the Light!

I thought I would tell my story in honor of National Coming Out Day, which I totally missed this past Tuesday, October 11th.  I want to share my coming out story. It’s not as dramatic or devastating as others might be – I was pretty lucky.

My mother told me that when I was five years old, I mentioned that I thought I was going to be gay.  It’s hard for me to imagine my little Paki-Rican self having the slightest idea about what was gay.  But that is what I told her.  She asked me why, and according to her, I responded by saying, “…because I don’t play sports!”   Read more…

PHOTOS: Occupy Wall Street 10.8.11

Occupying for his future.

I went downtown to check out Occupy Wall Street, and this is what I saw.  There was amazing energy.  It was very peaceful and there were no sanitation issues like they reported on the news. Read more…

Don’t Just Judge My Blog!

Just so you know, I’ve started this blog not just to see how many views I get (which is why I have the hits widget on the left side of my page), but also because I want to become a better writer.  I’ve always felt my writing and my vocabulary were meager, unsatisfactory.  So I write and I try to read as much as I can.  I was no English major, and maybe I should have been.  But who really knows what they want to do when they enter college at 17 years old like I did?

I’m sure reading and writing more often will help me build my vocabulary and writing technique.  I’m trying my hand in fiction writing conjointly.  I write words down when I don’t know what they mean and try to use them so they may eventually be ingrained into my brain.   I use the thesaurus to make my writing a bit more sophisticated.  If you know how to use words correctly, the thesaurus can be your friend!

So if you’re reading my blogs, Read more…

Why I’m Glad I Failed.

Everything Happens For A Reason.

There are a few reasons why I’m glad I failed. I am currently pursuing my Bachelors Degree at the age of 26 because I did not have the right mindset my first go at it. I also had to become an adult and take responsibility for my family when no one else did. I ended up failing. I failed at a class I needed for my major, twice, and I failed at obtaining a degree.

But if I hadn’t failed, I wouldn’t have realized my passion. I had majored in Psychology with a concentration in Child and Family Studies. I knew I wanted to work with children, but I hadn’t realized in what setting. If I hadn’t failed, I wouldn’t have been part of City Year, a national community service organization where I worked for two years with children in Harlem, NY, helping children learn how to read. Read more…

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