I should probably preface this piece by admitting that my outlook on life has become increasingly nihilistic over the last few years. Very little impresses me these days. With that being said, I feel that some hard truths need to be expressed regarding Netflix’s popular show Queer Eye. Let’s begin.
In this essay I will not offend the readers sensibilities by asking them to consider an assertion without providing any evidence. It shall be on the reader to draw his or her own conclusions from the evidence that I provide. The first thing that you might wish to consider is why the Family Research Council is the subject of this essay written by a British man when the organisation is based in the United States of America. FRC came to my attention when a trusted friend informed me that its President, a man by the name of Tony Perkins, had been appointed to the U.S. Commission on International Religious Freedom by recommendation of the United States Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell.
As i entered year 25 of my life, I was convinced I was going through a quarter life crisis. My world was falling apart, I felt hurt instead of happiness. I felt defeated, instead of empowered. I was ready to give up. I was ready to end everything, because I didn’t understand why my entire being was off balance. I couldn’t understand how I was giving so much love out to the universe, and not keeping any for myself. I couldn’t understand how with each passing day, I was losing a little more of me. I was changing rapidly, I was giving in to everything I was against. I was living with chains around soul and duct tape over my mouth. I was trapped…
What a time to be alive, what a time to be a part of the LGBTQI community. Incase you’re wondering why, there is a news channel in Pakistan, that just hired their country’s first transgender TV newsreader and her name is Marvia Malik. After three months of intense training, Marvia (a journalism graduate) , made her debut on Friday, on Kohenoor which is a private broadcaster.
I was in Elementary school when I questioned the difference between romantic and platonic love. I asked friends, but their answers weren’t useful. I don’t even remember what it was, only that they told me there’s a difference. I thought that I’ll want it in the future, when we’ll be able to do more things, like living together.
When I was 10 my mother asked me why I thought Unclear Billy always brought guys and never a girlfriend with him for birthday celebrations and holidays. Of course I had no answer, I was a kid and it never entered my mind to ask why. All I knew was he was my favorite uncle, he was crazy and fun and would tell our mother every time he came to visit that he had to go pick up a gallon of milk and then he would let us drive the car to the market to pick it up. At the time I had a crush on a boy named Bobby.
I was 16 when I realized I’m not entirely straight. Being Indian & getting raised in a religious house environment, you rarely question anything regarding your identity. Thankfully I was raised in a neutral way though. Never forced to dress a certain way, behave like a specific gender etc. Until one day I was watching One Tree Hills & I accepted the fact that I’m in love with Peyton Sawyer. For the next year, I decided to explore my sexuality & eventually come out to some of my close friends. (I’m still not out to my family except my sister.)