Write off Discrimination - The Contributions

Writing about discrimination is just as daunting as fighting it. But a few of our bloggers have taken the cudgels. Here they are:

Kiks dissects discrimination.

Mel Beckham hopes for something better.

Tobie gives his take on bisexuality.

Richie laments about pride and prejudice.

Désolé Boy tells the tale of a pink-laden land.

Melanie challenges.

Rocky slaps the wrist on internal discrimination.

Justin puts the D on discriminate.

Mu[g]en discriminates.

And Red tells us we are multifarious.

No one is ever too late to confront discrimination. And no one is ever too late to discuss it.

Read Me Next Week

One week from now, November 29, discrimination ends.

Or so we hope.

And even it does not, the second theorgy project on discrimination against gays will.

For all ye faithful, we look forward to receiving your posts.

Spread the love. Stop the hate.

Discriminate, Not.

DOES IT ACTUALLY GET BETTER?

So you are not immoral?

Is legislation enough?

Or let us just not be bakla na lang? 

Or bathhouse-hopping?

Discrimination happens to us – that’s you with an s.

It is as palpable as bad smog lingering on your shirt neck for days. It is just as riveting as being ostracized by your fellow bakla. While discrimination is a huge issue, it has angles, corners, facets, shades of grey. So it is what these sisters are offering us on a plate from Mondo – discrimination and your blog about it.

While it does take a while to take that big stain of our world's beautiful face, we can already do much even with a little scrubbing.

Deadline is November 29.

Publishing here on November 30.

And maybe no more than 700 words? Unless you can convince Mandaya yours is a show-stopper.

Email us your post - theorgyblog@gmail.com

(Now we need a good graphic to go with this project. Ideas, anyone? We'll give you a good head if you come up with one.)

I AM NOT YOUR CONCEPT - theorgy tease 102

The sisters have been away ever since that Iraq files got leaked. Somebody need to teach those bobbies a lesson.

Now that we have dusted off the last of them dried American sweat, we are now at that fold where everybody simply had to talk about this:

DISCRIMINATION.

First, they raided Queeriosity. And then those scandals involving Catholic priests and unknowing young altar boys. And of course, not to mention the endless hate crimes against us here, there and everywhere.

Something has to be said. And somebody has to make a stand. And we ain't doing it without a flair.

The announcement will be out this week, our deadline next month.


If somebody or something needs to be buried this time, it is discrimination.

Theorgy Tease 001

If I invite a boy some night
To dine on my fine Finnan Haddie
I just adore, his asking for more
But my heart belongs to Daddy

Or you could say: belonged.

Those who are viciously in love right now can snuck away their posts as the October edition of theorgy will not be about that.

But this:

As you chew/cringe/chastise on this, please await more details.


And forget it's Beyonce. Please.

21 at 2:55

Laddies and gents, here is the first installment of theorgy's coming out project.

Twenty one becks. Twenty one posts. Twenty one takes on coming out.

Bobby Barbecho. Boss Becky. Buquir. Cursedgoodblessing@27. Echoserita. Ex Jason. Fickle cow. Jaytee. Justin. Lee. Mandaya Moore. Manila Raunch. Mel Beckham. Melanie. Nimmy. Red The Mod. Richie. Takeshi. Thomasian Psychologist. Von Draye. Dean.

More to come.

ORGASMIC!!!

This signals the start of endless gushing of posts from our 50++ Filipino gay bloggers who have joined theorgy's first ever collective blogging experience.

Each post will be published one after the other. Or as they come... out.

At 11:59PM tonight, we shall be placing the complete summary of all those who have contributed to our project. We used the pronoun "our" with the special note on "U".

Yes, you. We cannot thank you enough. We're sewing our dresses for the awards night as we tap the keys in.

So get yourselves ready, becks. Coz hell, this ain't over until the fag ladies sing:

"We're comiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing out!"