“Georges Massaad’s gay marriage in San Francisco.”
A title I saw every time I scrolled down my facebook newsfeed section today.
What a “great” accomplishment for the country, a premiere.
I might sound old fashioned, but I don’t think it is something we should brag about in the country of the Cedars.
I was always and still am with the freedom of every person to do whatever they want, as long as it doesn’t harm other people. So yes, I respect the decision and happiness of Georges, as it is something completely personal. It is his life, no one has to interfere or comment about it. Therefore, no need to make all this fuss about it.
For those people showing so much happiness and such an open mind about the gay marriage, claiming it is a personal matter: please keep it personal to the concerned groom and don’t shower us with your virtual fireworks online.
We all might have our own opinion about the subject, but no one is allowed to judge if it is right or wrong to be gay. Science, medicine and psychology are still not able to prove if it is a condition, if it acquired during childhood or if people are born with specific sexual preferences. Religion forbid it completely, some even go as far as killing non-straight people. This it too far though, this is pure ignorance.
George Massad is lucky, he found his soulmate and he was blessed by his parents. But it is so surprising that a Lebanese father from Zahleh, would be so happy about such an event, while other parents would fight their son or daughter if they do a mixed marriage, or maybe because the bride is not educated enough or even tall enough.
I am not sure if I should respect or just be shocked. To be honest, it is very confusing.
How far is far when it comes to freedom? What is freedom? Where are the old values of the Lebanese culture? What is going to happen if all people will have gay marriages?
Then it will be the real end of the world.!!
When someone gets married in my country we wish them a happy marriage and a life full of children, “ne’sha3lak 3ariss”….
Dear Georges, Mabrouk !!! But I am not sure how to say the second part of the Lebanese wedding wish for a gay groom.
I really wish you the best luck, and maybe your union will be luckier than many of the hetero marriages who are full of lies and cheating, and who end up in so much pain. I respect you for being honest with yourself, with your family and with the whole world. I respect you for not being one of those Lebanese (and surely many of other nationalities) who visits his country, fools a bride, bring her to USA and then he wakes up and sees that he cannot make it. “Oooops… sorry dear wife, go back home, I thought I can do it but I changed my mind, I should not have got married.” He goes back to his boyfriend, and the hell starts for the poor bride. She will be the bad divorcee and he will be the untouchable MAN.
I miss my old Lebanon. The war was scary with all the destruction and ugliness we lived. But when friends of my generation talk about those days, we agree that we miss it. Not the bad part of it, but the human part. When a man was man, in the look and in the values, and when a woman looked like a woman, not like a duck or a freak.
What is going on in this world, and specifically in my homeland, in Lebanon?
Salons and plastic surgeons are busy fixing the “beauty” of men. They die their hair, they transplant hair, they grow their hair and have ponytail, they remove body hair, they shape their eyebrows, they do manicure and pedicure (with clear nail polish), they put earrings, they do botox and fillers and do so many other kinds of plastic surgery some are even growing boobs. And you still wonder why we have so many single ladies and why religious courts are so busy with ugly divorces?
Sorry for being “demodee”, but I am still not able to be neutral when I see two professional ladies kissing in a decent restaurant in Lebanon, or when I know that gays in Lebanon already have a website and a facebook page where they proudly display their romantic photos.
It makes me see how far we are already from the values our parents raised us on, and how confusing this world is becoming, a world where a divorced woman is a bitch and where a gay marriage is so loudly welcome.
Allah yerhamak ya Abou Melhem. I am sure you are shaking in your grave.
And thank God we still have the songs of Feyrouz that remind us of those days of purity.