Hello everyone! My name is Felix and I am a Swedish boy who loves reading. Currently reading lots of sci-fi, fantasy and some classics here and there. I love discussing books with other people and hope that I’ll get a chance to broaden my horizons when it comes to literature. Another one of my largest interests is martial arts. I have been practicing karate for about six years now and I find it extremely enjoyable and relaxing. I am also a slave to my music. I listen to a bit of everything from classical to progressive metal. My absolute favorite composer is Mendelssohn.
Other interests would include things like: cats, space, tea, science, anime, manga, programming, gaming, and most other nerdy topics you could think of. I would say that I consider myself really open about everything and an open-minded person and I would love to talk to some new people from all across the globe, so if you are looking for a pen-pal who will discuss pretty much anything and everything, I might be your guy.
Preferences: Age: No preference really, 0 or 120, makes no difference to me. Gender: Guy, girls, trans, non-binary, agender, and anybody else welcome. Also it would be nice if you like books, because books are awesome:)
Context: Leyla, a Muslim British-Indian woman, is coming out to her mother, telling her “I’m gay.” Her mother reacts with horror and disgust, telling her “You’re up to your neck in sin” and going so far as to ask “Who did this to you?”
But it’s this scene that sums up the reality of LGBTQ+ desi youth. Our parents may very well love us and want the best for us, but the absolute bottom line is: our parents do not want us to be happy. They want us to be appropriate, to be respectful, to have children and well-earning careers, to fit into the mold of heteronormativity and gender roles, to be religious and pious. But no, they do not want us to be happy. Happiness doesn’t fit into it.
To them, happiness is indistinguishable as a separate characteristic because according to them, doing all of these things should already be making us happy.
The ideal created for desi children is that they shouldn’t strive to do what makes them happy, but what makes them “good.” Unfortunately, under this context, good is defined as anything that isn’t seen as immoral or out of the norm.
A woman who is not straight is rejecting her role as a wife, and to a lesser extent, her role as a mother. She is rejecting the notion of subservience to men, of obedience and inferiority. Under our current system that is hugely patriarchal, a woman who does not submit is a threat.
Now, I’m not saying desi parents are bad parents or hate their children because it’s pretty clear this happens in nearly every other culture in the world. But I am saying that desi parents do not make their children’s happiness a priority, they make their children’s success a priority: successful careers and marriages and children = successful lives. So if you ask a desi parent “do you want your kid to be happy?” they’ll immediately say “yes, of course.” But if you add on “do you want your kid to be gay if that makes them happy?” the answer will be a lot less positive.
This movie tackled Leyla’s sexuality and coming out to her parents absolutely head-on with no coyness about it. She goes straight up to her mother and admits that she’s a lesbian. But her mother’s reaction is really the thing that most “coming out” stories try to gloss over, or sugarcoat, or just in general avoid. Her mother admits with frank and brutal honesty the truth that all LGBTQ+ desi kids know: our parents would rather see us miserable and straight than queer and happy.
Me on the inside:
He was born March 1 1810 in Poland but his birthday is sometimes contested to be February 22 of the same year and he had three sisters one of whom died of tuberculosis at the age of 14 in 1827 and he left Poland for the last time at the age of 20 and traveled to Vienna and then Paris where he spent the remainder of his life and he was in a relationship with George Sand and was close to her children Solange and Maurice until the relationship disintegrated and he died a few years later in Paris in 1849 at the age of 39 of what was most likely tuberculosis and he was five foot seven and only grew sideburns on one side of his face and
I’m Korean and 18 years old.
I graduated high school this February.
Studying for university now.
I’m looking penpals for 13-30 years old.
-pop song /Ed sheeran
What 'translation problems' aren't:
here's an amazing German word that describes the smell of spring !! No other language has a direct translation of this word !!
What 'translation problems' are:
there are thirty different words to denote 'levels of intimacy' of a given relationship in terms of friendship in Polish, and the strongest one seems to translate to 'friend', which makes social interactions with English-speakers very confusing when they start calling you a friend 30 minutes in, and you feel like they'll get lowkey offended if you call them anything else back, and you feel either fake if you refer to them internally as 'friend', or extremely cold if you refer to them internally as 'acquaintance'
My name is Sara, I’m an 18 year old from Spain and I’ve always loved getting to know strangers from the Internet, so this seems like a great idea!
I recently finished high school, I’m starting university in September, I’ll be studying English Philology. I’m a nerd; I love videogames, books, comics, shows… Fantasy and sci-fy are my favorite genres, and I love poetry. I write stuff, I’m working on a novel right now, and hopefully I’ll get to publish it one day. I’m also really interested in mythology, philosophy and history, and I love dead languages (I’ve studied Latin and Greek). Other interests of mine are astrology, astronomy, animals, memes and bad jokes.
Music is half of my life, my taste is pretty wide, but lately I’ve been really into indie-folk-grungey-stuff (Marika Hackman, Keaton Henson, The Big Moon), but heavy metal? Kpop? Love it!! Bring it on!! I also play the ukulele a little, and I’m a professional singer (in the shower).
I speak Spanish, English and a bit of French. I’m looking for someone to talk about pretty much anything, and hear about your interests even if they aren’t among mine, cause hey, maybe you’ll get me into them, and that would be cool. We can communicate through text, tumblr, emails, letters… It’s up to you!
Don’t mind the gender, but preferably someone around my age or older, very open-minded and LGBTQ friendly (cause I’m really gay).