Pg 11 - HOW IN THE HELL DID WE GET HERE? Part III

  A LOVE STORY - SHAMAL & DUSTY

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(HOW IN THE HELL

DID WE GET HERE? 

Part III)

I HAVE TO STOP HERE FOR A SECOND AND QUALIFY PART OF WHAT THIS SEGMENT CONTAINS.

I HAVE READ WHERE THE LAWS RELATING TO DISCRIMINATION AGAINST LGBT HAVE CHANGED. HOWEVER, I have read more recently that that may not be the case. I will explore that further when I have more time.

When I wrote this, I also didn't know (cause Shamal had not told me) that some of his own friends and family are either gay, gay and out, or at least bi.

I now have made friends with many of them,
and with others in Pakistan and there ARE DEFINITELY out gay men in Pakistan.

LOTS of gay men in Pakistan.
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ANYWAY,

here we are and as I have said...

TRUST ME...

it hasn't been easy.

There we were and Shamal saw he

had a chance, but that is ALL it was...

a chance.

AT THIS POINT...

He had NO idea how I felt about him,

or if I would feel for him in the way 
by now he knew he wanted me to.

He was also still fighting some of 
his own inner demons...
AND, 

really struggling

with the DEEP FEELINGS by now

HE KNEW HE HAD FOR ME.

(See, while men having sex with each other is certainly commonplace in Pakistan and has been for God knows how long...gay relationships and living as couples is new
and in its infancy. Men will bed other men
constantly, but not talk about it.)

Also, you have to realize. 
Things concerning LGBT
are changing in the Middle East 
in a similar fashion as they 
are here. 

BUT, while many laws have changed
(It is for example now ILLEGAL to discriminate in Pakistan based on sexual orientation [or perhaps not]), the culture isn't changing with the times as fast as
the laws are ... which is the exact opposite
to what is happening in the U.S.)

So while Shamal has told me that 
many of 'us' are now out openly, 
especially in Pakistan's big cities, 
it depends on their family and such 
and his is adamanatly 
anti-LGBT so... 
we have to be careful 
UNTIL HE IS HERE.

(Well, perhaps not. LOL. Maybe some,
but I know a lot of his friends and family and
they are all kewl with US.)

He had said from the gitgo that his family cannot know about us cause they wouldn't accept us and it would put him in danger.

 

WELLLLLL, maybe some. All the ones I know are kew with us, but maybe it is that I don't know his entire family and there are MILLIONS of cousins, LOL, and I might let slip to one of them who ISN'T so kewl...

SO...just steer me away from all of them. I didn't know any better UNTIL they started descending on me...hehehe...and saying they indeed DID KNOW.

 

He said we can be completely open 

everywhere but FaceBook 

cause his whole family is on there.

and yes they do seem to be.

        (Funny, but the ones I know? They seem blissfully unaware of just how backward
and bigoted they are. HAH.)
 

OKAY.

But THEN?

 I was completely 
in the dark about all of this.
 

Anyway, there we were but then 
fate intervened in the form of the 

U.S. Supreme Court which struck 
down D.O.M.A. in June of 2013.

What Shamal then found out was 
that this was profoundly changing 
U.S. Immigration policy. 

Again, I had no clue about any 
of this either, but it was THEN that 
he saw that chance I mentioned. 
He could now come to the U.S. 
and be with me in a way 
that had previously been 
IMPOSSIBLE.

NOW, he could make us a couple. 
He could now do what he really wanted...
to marry me and love me OPENLY, far more than we ever could in the middle east even if I could go there which I can't. Mittens you know.

Again, this is all going on within HIM, 

and I was completely unaware of 
any of this.

CLUELESS AS USUAL.

LOL.

Okay, one night about two weeks later 
I was on Facebook and he came in looking 
for me and he set his plan into motion.

He got me into Facebook chat and it all 
seemed kewl. Casual, breezy, ea...but...no. 

See, I knew something was 
different this time. 
What it was I had no idea, 
but I would.
Oh yes I would.

Suddenly I started asking him about...
his likes. 

Huh? What?

I NEVER DO THAT, cause frankly 
I never care about what foods and clothes 
and stuff people like. Matters not, 
unless we got something going on 
you know? 

Okay maybe then, yeh but not like this...
but I kept asking and ALSO 
asking myself why I was asking, 
and then it hit me.

He kept saying he liked stuff I LIKE, 
and vice-versa cause he got into it. 
REALLY into it...and the longer 
this went on the weirder it got 
cause there was NOTHING 
we didn't BOTH like or dislike the same. 

I was beginning to get a bit uncomfortable. 
I mean, what is the likelihood that a
 scrawny U.S. Midwestern Christian guy 
was gonna be SO MUCH LIKE 
this scrawny Pakistani Pashtun Arab dude.

Likelihood pretty good as it turns out, 
hah, and THEN, he says to me...

"Dusty, I LOVE being with you. 
You make my heart sing 
and my feet dance."

"WHAT?"

"Yeh."

Beautiful. I knew that was...

incredibly beautiful,

and I could also tell he meant it 

TO HIS TOES.

"DAMN," I thought to myself.