E di qe nuk eshte lehte, me ra ne dashuri me dicka qe ndoshta nuk perputhet me idealet qe te tjeret i presin nga ti. Besom qe nuk eshte asnjehere lehte, te jesh person i drejt-perdrejt, qe ngrite zerin larte ne nje kultur e cila e sheh idealin e femres si dicka te kundert nga kjo. Mami yt e ka pas shume veshtire ta don veteveten, kur nje kultur e tere i thoshte qe personaliteti i saj "i forte" nuk perputhet me idealin "femeror". Por dije qe mami yt, sot si vajze, e ka kuptuar qe lumturia e saj nuk gjindet ne idealin e te tjerve, dhe ashtu nuk do gjindet as lumturia e jote.Read More
Kush jam unë? A kam ardhë n’këtë jetë vetëm me përjetue dhimbje?
Apo ky asht nji ndëshkim që jam femër?
Se për mue ishte mallkim që kam lind femër,
po nga kush isa e mallkuar, nga jeta, njerëzit apo vetvetja?
I am an Albanian man. I was born here in the United States. My parents are from Kosova. I also happen to be a gay man. A lot of people might think, so what? What does one have to do with the other? A lot! And not in a good way either.
I have sort of made it a personal goal to remind my Albanian brothers and sisters that gay Albanians do exist. We are your children, brothers, sisters, cousins, aunts, uncles, and whoever else you have in your life. All we want is what you want, to be loved and part of this huge and crazy family called Albanians.
I have seen them become less human to satisfy
another human as if their own self wasn’t enough.
As if they had extra bones to give away.
As if they had an extra heart somewhere inside of them.
As if they were going to be given another set of hands because in this life,
they were guaranteed to get wrinkled before they age.
It was as if they were never meant to hold a pencil.
As if they were not strong enough to think,
but they were strong enough to take commands.