The Little Things


I’ve never been the type to gush about somebody to my brother.

Not the type to introduce my “girlfriend” to my parents.

Not the type to invite a plus one to the family Christmas dinner.

All this time I’ve been convincing myself that I’m “not that type”. But now I’ve realized I wasn’t even given the chance to BE that type.

Am I going to gush about a guy to my brother? Introduce my boyfriend to my parents? Or invite my plus one to the yearly Christmas gathering? Yeah, just make out wit him while everyone opens their presents.

I’ve never talked about “girls” or relationships at those family gatherings. My cousins occasionally bring their fiancées and plus ones. But fuck, I’m almost 26. When will my turn come? Till when am I going to use the “work takes most of my time and I don’t have time for relationships” excuse?

So weird. The things that people take for granted are the same things that some people can never have. The little and simple things that people have the right to do…are so so so not possible for others. The simple things. The bullshit things “yalle ma badda tnein ye7ko fiya”. Holding hands with your lover in front of the family. Playing with your boyfriend’s hair without thinking twice. Confessing to your mom about a special someone. Asking your brother for some dating advice. The simple things. The human things. So attainable to so many. While to others it’s like… they never have that. Why? Are we not worthy of the same rights that you have?

That’s the good thing about families. You can create your own. Your friends, gay and straight, become your family. A family that accepts you for who you are.

Can’t wait for our own Christmas dinners. The dinners where you don’t have to pretend to be something you’re not. Christmas dinners where, in all sense of the word, you come as you are.

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5 thoughts on “The Little Things

  1. Elias December 26, 2012 / 11:14 am

    Just discovered your blog today. Love it, and I can totally relate to it.

    I’m 27, from Sydney, Australia (born and bred) and come from a Palestinian/Lebanese family – and although being gay is more accepting here, it’s still not easy either. My immediate family knows about me but I still won’t be able to bring anyone to a family dinner. (Well not for a while, at least.) And I certainly won’t be able to bring a plus one to big family gatherings like weddings or christenings.

    Sometimes I feel like yelling at everyone to wake up and realise they’re in Australia. Not Saudi Arabia.

  2. Karim N. December 26, 2012 / 5:02 pm

    Create your own family, surround yourself with the people you love. Choose to be who you are.

  3. Ziad December 29, 2012 / 1:22 pm

    Well said. Standing ovation! 🙂

  4. Sam January 29, 2013 / 10:45 pm

    We can surround ouselves with all ppl we love, in our way….

  5. Sam January 29, 2013 / 10:48 pm

    Beirut boy, i’de like to know u more 🙂

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