As Trans* people, we’ve come a long way, and although 2017 has been rife with devastating setbacks and the ire of hatred stoked against us has been demonstrably crippling, we can’t dispute or progress. Indeed, the past year has sent our spirits spiraling with frustration as we witnessed, with incomparable agony, the attempt to ban Transgender people from joining the military, or the excision of the very word “Transgender” from vital conversations in federal government agencies- and let’s not forget the ongoing bathroom debacle that plagues us, quite unnecessarily, as opponents argue that their wives and children must be protected from Transwomen as though we represent a violent threat by simply existing is Cisgender spaces.
While most days are fine, some days are not as good as other. Some days I have had a lot of issues dealing with my own reason homophobic situation. You see I met this guy who I fell hard for unexpectedly and I was considering things I never thought I would ever consider, marriage and kids, it came as a complete surprise because he told me he wanted these things and I had had people in the past and I shot those down when it was brought up.
This question has been weighing heavily on my mind for a while. I know there are various reasons that keep some folks from getting married. Some choose not to. Some are forbidden from getting married so they can fulfil their religious duties. Some are afraid of commitment. Some cannot afford marriage. Some have not found the one to settle down with. But as a queer person living in Zimbabwe- just one of the many other African countries where homosexuality is illegal, marriage only seems to be an esoteric concept reserved only for those who conform to (cis)heteronormative standards
I know that for quite a lot of us, this tweet really hits close to home. Sad to say! In both instances, it seems our families have this unwholesome need to “save face” and protect the family name from being tarnished should word reach outsiders that “immorality” resides in the family. Again, if we look closely at the reasons behind such doings we will see that the common denominator is religion. In the former case, the family usually believes they cannot condone homosexuality as it is a sin. If your family happens to have a theologian, one can only brace themselves for endless, taxing and unsolicited lectures on this,
Zimbabwe’s newly sworn in and interim President, Cde Emmerson “the Crocodile” Mnangagwa has a very tough job of reviving the economy. His inauguration speech raised a lot of hope which – for some – was shattered with the recent announcement of the not-so-new, not-so-lean and gender-imbalanced Cabinet. Zimbabwe needs serious and urgent reform which involves weeding out corruption and financial (mis)management if it is to resuscitate the ailing economy and will solve the cash crisis that sees some people spending the night at banks. It becomes hard to imagine how the ship can be steered in the right direction when it is still controlled by the same people who contributed to, largely benefited from and never felt the brunt of the economic downswing that has riddled Zimbabwe for so long.
I was raised in a very Catholic family. I only attended Catholic schools, including an all girl high school. Being anything other than strictly heterosexual wasn’t just frowned upon but would likely get you sent away from the family so you couldn’t influence the younger children. Heaven help you if the nuns found out!
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