It's just love isn't it by Joy Rajan

 A Cure Part 2  By Joy  Rajan     Well I got my toothpaste, and popcorn, and chocolate. And I thought to myself since I was out that the liquor store was a brilliant idea. Why not. And yes of course I got groceries. Need to eat too.      I started at my naked self in the mirror. I've tried so long to get out from my family's shadow -they never thought much of me. It's been what close to thirty years of them making me feel like I will never amount to anything. My mom told me once that I might as well marry someone rich. Of course she meant a rich man. No thank you. Contrary to their incessant homophobia I still hoped I could marry for love. She has to be out there right?     O I know -I won't get meet anyone sitting in front of my computer. Seriously it's quite sad -me sitting her pining for a woman whom I have not met. All this conflict in my head. Does she exist? Can I really g...

                                                                                               A Cure Part 1 By Joy Rajan February 6 Dear Diary I suppose I can only conclude that like asthma being gay isn’t curable. I hear a voice on one side saying it can through persistent prayer and the other side saying there is nothing to cure.  So I’m lost.  I dream every night and during the day of meeting a kind genteel woman. I’d imagine her to be understanding of me and to be a wonderful listener. I am not selfish -by any means. She need not have all the money in the world nor be a super model of any kind. Just a good person. And of course it goes both ways.  How I’d love to cud...