I never understood the freedom of homosexuality until my best friend of countless years introduced me to her girl friend.
Immediately I knew that my friend had fallen in love and that person happened to be a women. And although this may be incredibly obvious to others, for me homosexuality had always been about being attracted to your own sex. Which of course, for many is the simplicity and the reality of it.
But are both homos and hetros, missing out by limiting love to genitalia?
Does true unconditional love make gender irrelevant? Obviously, we generally aren’t just attracted to somebody because they are the same/opposite sex but I know I wouldn’t consider someone a possible love interest if they weren’t my prefered gender..
So I suppose the question is..
If you found somebody perfect for you, but they were not your usual/ preferred gender… Would you be open enough to love unconditionally or would you just pass them by?
Just some food for thought on this day we celebrate the ones we love.
Happy Valentines People 💗💗💗
I’ve decided I would like to rellocate to wherever the people defending H&M are from.
I’ve read comment after comment across social media by people stating they do not understand why people are getting so offended.
What a blissful existence they must have, to have never been exposed to the racist use of the word monkey.
I’d love my son to grow up in a place where black sports stars don’t have bananas thrown at them by the crowd or placed in their lockers by team mates. Or basketball stars are compared to King Kong on the cover of fashion magazines.
A place where no one asks “Where’s your tail?” Or lets “f*&ing Monkey! ” slip during a heated exchange. Or a child of colour is surrounded by peers in the play ground making monkey noises.
A utopia where history was not rewritten to depict native Africans as infantile savages needing supervision by European invaders.
So please H&M defenders, reach out and let me know where you all live.. I’m sure you’d welcome me as your new neighbour- wouldn’t you?