Apologies for the late post this week, lovelies. With recent events in the news I wasn’t quite in the mood to write up my Monday regular post; I’m actually still quite shell-shocked about the news of the Orlando hate-crime terror shooting that happened over the weekend. Two nights ago I went to the candlelight vigil at Newtown Community Centre, with easily several hundred people in attendance.
I haven’t been part of the LGBTQI community for long, but with everyone that had gathered that night, it was impossible not to feel the overwhelming sense of loss, shock and violation. It is easy for people to forget – because of how far we have come – that it still takes something to live openly and proudly as a LGBTQI person. It’s there when people stare or catcall when I hold hands with my partner, when you are persistently harassed for a threesome by a drunken idiot who refuses to take no for an answer, when my partner and I refrain from holding hands in a certain area because we fear for the judgment or our safety.
I lost a friend this morning after a post she put up on Facebook. While she bases her perspective on her beliefs in Christianity, I have Christian friends who would not share her views. She stated that ‘I will not love, respect and support you if your lifestyle if it is openly sinful and disobedient to God’s plan for you… I can’t help but wonder if this is God’s way of bringing the “pride” of the gay community to its knees. God is God. He hates pride and he will not tolerate sin. We are supposed to live holy lives. We are on borrowed time. Turn to Jesus while there is still time. Please don’t be an idiot. Please don’t live your life thinking only about your time on earth.’
Reading it through yet another time and typing it out horrifies me – to put it plainly. I’m still emotionally very turbulent to pinpoint why it horrifies me exactly, but I guess it would be because this is a radical perspective that I would expect to read about second-hand from a web article like HuffPost or BuzzFeed or DailyLife written by an anonymous person; not posted on my NewsFeed by a girl I was quite good friends with during my years of law studies at university. She retaliated to one of the first comments by a friend of hers, saying “I wonder if you also had a label to describe how gay people react to Christians and the Bible?”
My response to her was that I found her post very disappointing, and part of my reply was: ‘as a gay person, I can tell you that I completely respect Christianity and those who follow the Bible, and I expect the same respect to be extended to me for following my own beliefs and lifestyle. Those 49 people were not “getting ready to party with not a care in the world” – they were getting ready to relax and socialise in an environment provided for us to freely express ourselves without fear of oppression and violence, just like how churches and mosques are places provided as safe havens.’
I’ve never really participated in the rallies and movement campaigning towards marriage equality, believing that there are more pressing issues in the world today such as poverty and hunger. But in light of the events, and the recent discovery that the gunman in the shooting was a regular in the club and used gay dating apps, I realised how significant not allowing marriage equality truly is. By not allowing a certain class of people to access the same rights as others, it shows a clear inequality – it renders us as second-class citizens. It is exactly like how women were not allowed to vote until 1902 in the Australian Commonwealth; it basically says – your contribution to our society is not welcome.
In a way, it seems almost unsurprising that the gunman would be emotionally unstable – although this of course does not excuse his actions by any means. You grow up in an apparently very religious Islamic family and community, only to learn over time more about yourself and that you may have gay/bi/trans/etc emotions and feelings – not only behaviour that is inappropriate for someone practising Islam, but you learn that you may be part of a community that is considered by the world to be full of second-class citizens, and that you will be denied some of the most basic rights that others exercise freely. Is it any surprise that people are upset if they come out not surrounded by people who are open-minded and can understand? Had there been no inequality from the start, we might have saved ourselves all this pain and sorrow.
Am I a second-class citizen? I practice as a solicitor,show people how to dance for fitness twice a week, pay my bills, stand up for the elderly lady on the train. All that is different is that the person I love is another woman. It made me realise that so long as that inequality remains, the stigma towards my community will always be there – and in a society as modern as it is today, it is simply shocking.
I could stand on my soapbox all day, but it’s time to be moving onto today’s post before I get too political. I was over at the girlfriend Night Owl’s place in Enmore way back before we left for Japan and chatting with one of her housemates – “S” – who absolutely loves food as well, and she recommended that Night Owl and I visit Roastville, a short walk down the street from their house. And lo and behold, we ran out of ideas of where to go for breakfast and decided to go the weekend after she suggested we go.
The cafe was high-ceilinged with a distinct industrial-warehouse feel, reminding me of the numerous houses we visited in Melbourne. Table service starts with taking our coffee orders, and we go with our usual small strong cap ($4) for her and a small skim cap ($3.50) for me. Coffee is Single Origin and roasted on-site. Strong, smooth and delicious.
We take a look at the menu and I’m keen on something hearty and substantial, so I decide to try the Dirty Bird Benedict ($17.90) with poached free range eggs, fried chicken fillet, harissa hollandaise, rocket and sage biscuit.
It’s a hell of a lot of protein for brunch with the lean chicken schnitzel and two eggs, and I struggle to finish the lot. The chicken is nicely crispy though, and it’s unexpected when I hit the sage ‘biscuit’ lying beneath, which is actually more like a potato rosti/hash brown and goes nicely with the creamy hollandaise, but after the sheer amount of protein it’s a bit too much.
Night Owl is feeling like something healthy and so goes very healthy with the Avocado Mash ($13.50) with quinoa, roast tomato, cress, fetta and basil on sourdough. It’s a classic combo but frankly something which I can easily whip up at home myself so I’m not overly impressed – if I go out I like to try dishes that I either cannot make or it would take too much effort for me to make.
I’m tempted by the pastries stacked up neatly in and along the glass counter, but control myself as I’m already full from my protein-packed breakfast. Another time, maybe – I do have my eye on their kimchi fried chicken with waffles.
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