Meem

January 25, 2009

Deep in her Heart

Filed under: Arts, Love, Poetry — admin @ 2:20 pm

Deep is her heart,
Deep in the water
By the time I start
I begin to falter

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January 13, 2009

Mon enfer Céleste

Filed under: Arts, Love, Poetry, Ramblings and Thoughts, Women — admin @ 1:42 pm

Je t’aime

Et ton amour c’est l’interdit

Je t’aime

Et dans mon péché je nuis

Je t’aime…

Jamais l’enfer ne paraitrait aussi délicieux

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January 11, 2009

Support group v/s Advocacy

In Meem we are often asked why we never do high profile media work? Since we are so progressive and we are so comfortable with our gender and sexual identity, why don’t we just go on TV and say it out loud, if we want to reach out to each and every Queer and Trans in Lebanon? And trust me their argument is quite strong, we are not ashamed of who we are, we love our identity, we love being who we are. Homosexuality is not the problem, Homophobia is. God loves us, it’s bigot and hypocrites that God despises. But we don’t want to go public, we don’t want to reveal the names of Members. Why? Because when anyone comes to Meem, it is not advocacy that s/he looks for, it is support. Some people choose to remain in the closet for the rest of their lives and that is their choice and their decision. It’s really cool to go down in the streets and to scream: Civil Rights or Civil War… hm, actually that wouldn’t sound so cool, but I am sure we can find some slogan that makes sense to our society and to our community. It’s really exciting! I personally can’t wait for the day when I would stand in the Lebanese parliament and ask all those men (and wives/sisters/daughters of men) a few questions. I can’t wait to ask them why I am still not a citizen just because I happen to have a vagina? Why do I need a man to give my children a last name when I already have one? Why is it that society would much rather see two men shooting each other instead of seeing two loving each other? Why is it that my gender is decided by a doctor just by looking at me naked? And I would like to ask them why my society is segregated according to something as superficial as sexes? Why do I have to choose which bathroom to go to, what wardrobe to wear, where do I get to sit in a car? So many questions I would like to ask them while looking them straight in the eyes and see them baffle and have nothing to answer, or giving me answers that wouldn’t convince anyone. But the truth remains that if I am ready others or not, if my parents would accept me others wouldn’t accept their queer kids, some would much rather see their daughters dead and never see them changing their gender. And we tend to under-estimate how much we need or want our parents to love us and accept us. We like to tell ourselves inno eh ibloune ibloune, ma ibloune yostoflo. But in the end of the day, we love our parents, we really and truly just want them to love us. We don’t want our mothers to cry and we don’t want our fathers to be sad. It’s not because we don’t conform to social standards that we will not love our parents. It hurts us when they don’t accept us and sometimes, it is really much better if we wait till we are ready to risk it all and come out to them. A lot of people (including LGBTQs) take the coming out process lightly; they think that it’s easy. But it’s not, the long term effect of social rejection can range from depression to physical illness. And it all makes you wonder, is it always worth it?

January 8, 2009

Please stop hurting me

Filed under: Arts, Community, Love, Poetry — admin @ 10:34 pm


This time you came
But please tell me your aim

If it is to hurt me again
Please don’t visit me again

I’m fed up
Of never feeling up

Specially, when you destroy me
By temporary soreness me

While I am always expressing my love
Telling you how do I love?

Which you can see
But you never wanted to see

Hope this time you came
to show me a good aim

Your aim is to take care of me
By never hurting me

To love me
Without hugging or kissing me

I want you to support me
And keep on asking me are you feeling safe with me?

If I replied yes
This means you are a special friend, yes

In case I reply no
This means you never wanted to know

 

~~Meem~~

January 7, 2009

Conclusions and Changes

Filed under: Activism, Community, News and Announcements — admin @ 3:40 pm

Conclusions:

The retreat was nice and very useful. Though we talked a lot and maybe too much, everyone managed to wrap up and fix the things that needed to be fixed. I love Meem Retreats :D.

The idea of Live Blogging was also a lot of fun, I never thought live blogging can be this fun and I certainly never thought that so many people would be interested. However, It was impossible to continue Live Blogging once the Retreat officially started, as I personally needed to talk and couldn’t just type stuff on the keyboard. In addition we had the security problem, though sometimes, censoring was a lot of fun too… I never enjoyed censorship as much as I did on Friday.

I guess in the end we all agreed that the idea of Live Blogging can and should be further developed it’s a strong and useful tool that we certainly can build on.

Now to the upcoming changes:

And yes I am so excited about the changes. You see, for a few months now, we have faced two major and severe problems with our Blog:

1. We had an error that prevented people who read our entries from making comments. What does this Blog mean if there is no way to comment on the ideas posted.
2. We cannot write in Arabic and some people had things to say, in Arabic, and we could not post any of that, unfortunately.
3. We needed to change the template, not that we don’t like the current one, but we just want something new.

So bottom line is that we are moving to a new Blog :D

Now of course none of the old entries will be lost, we love these contributions too much, we can’t let them go :). But by the end of this month we will have a new blog with new ideas and new pieces of art, thought and work (whatever that means). Meanwhile we will keep on posting here all the submissions.

So stay tuned and keep on writing to us.

Pazuzu

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