BOYS WILL BE BOYS

I live in Manukau City, South of Auckland; New Zealand. We have the densest pacific island population of any country in the world. The given is that meeting other like minded queers like yourself is easy, since geographically we’re all in the same city. You would think it were that simple. The Polynesian Princes of south Auckland are as closeted as the gays in the NRL. They have refined their visibility to a passing fragrance of I WANNA FUCK YOU BUT I”M WITH HER. The problem with this metaphor is that it reeks of homos in south Auckland but these men have succeeded in making themselves invisible.

So therein lays the problem of trying to engage and understand a type of man that exists only in theory. I imagine this type of man as wanting to express his sexual fluidity and attraction to the same sex however being stunted by his contradicting physicality, one of which is typically hetronormative and in gender specific terms what is appropriate for him to conform to i.e. “I am built in the manner of a man that is only biologically compatible with a significant other of the opposite sex”. This belief system is made a mantra that affirms a masculine stereotype and a gender ideal that is perpetuated, driven and motivated both sociologically and politically by a western heterosexual statuesque and moral majority.

The art works posted on this blog are inspired by this idea. This is JERRY THE FA’AFAFINE he is pleased to have finally found you and met you...


BACK TO MAKING ART



Havent had a rant in ages. My work blog that carries my heavy art loads to the world has to sustain this veneer of professionalism. Which is partly why JERRY THE FAF exists. This space is the other side of the coin. It allows me to abandon my responsibility to a discontent community.

Those fucking bitches get all bent out of shape when their men are depicted as fags. I get shot at as if pointing out the reality of mutual male attraction amongst Pacific Island men is some kind of fucking urban legend. When the truth remains, there are no myths or eatarse legends at your disposal to talk away the fact that your husbands, brothers and sons are fly by night cock sucking, ass riming homosexuals.

So now my resolution is to forget you. No more quaint exhibitions that cushion you like a baby cradle to the idea of Fa'afafine or gay males existing, flourishing, in spite of all your colonial religious bullshit.

I'M JUST GONNA MAKE THAT GAY SHIT YOUR SO AFRAID OF. I'M GONNA 'OUT' YOUR FATHERS AND SONS. I'M GONNA TALK ABOUT THE SEX. AND I'M GONNA ENJOY EVERY MINUTE OF IT. SO THERE WE ARE. NOW YOU CAN SE MY FACE.



3 comments:

  1. Hahah ur funny. cant wait to see moee of ur art. ur a breath of fresh air

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    1. thanks... not intentionally funny, just turns out that the politics of gay males in the Pacific/south auckland is a huge joke... these fools are blind.

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    2. Lol yeahh wish we had guys like dat here haha jks i think tha women just maad coz they scared they can lose their man for a guy lol cant wait to her about tha SEX n passion :)

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