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...


KISS MY GAY SAMOAN ASS





















Mykki Blanco coined the phrase with his rap lyric "What the hell I godda prove to a room full of dudes who aint listening to my words cause they staring at my shoes" the sentiment frames this next post perfectly!!

FOR COLOURED BOYS

Lets not get it twisted with the pretty pictures and colourful cartoons. Having to validate 'me and mine' to ignorant people invading my space and pushing their privileged positions on me. You don't have to get it you just have to keep 'you and yours' to your dam self. Fuck!! write a blog if my being gay bothers you that much. If you feel the pressure of having 'gay' shit infiltrate your perfectly clean little bubble that's not my fault. Take a minute, look around and get in tune with the ways of the world.

How are you gonna notice a human being, let alone whats good for you when you spend your whole time staring at my sex! FUCKING STRAIGHT PEOPLE. I don't want to have to hear or care about your uncle or cousin or besty who happens to be gay. You saying that in a sentence when you meet another gay person is fucking patronizing. That's for your comfort and your piece of mind so you can feel like you relate to 'me and mine'.

But your relational politics are a fraud. Like telling me you know what it's like to be raped cause you saw it in a movie this one time. Like you know what prejudiced and intolerance is cause you know some black people up in your world. How bout acknowledging the limitations of your experience and you do you instead of informing me how much you know what it's like to be me.

As for the SAMOANS that don't get it. That's just some straight up bullshit. I see you populating the shadows and the awkward space like that's where babies are made. But it's simply cause no one would expect you have your hand down 'him and his'. I see you preaching your words of hate as all god fearing men do, but you practice the same as 'me and mine' while still in the grace of same god who sees all and knows all.

I feel like he enjoys watching you give head, get spit roast and spin back round and spit a prayer out like a warm wind just blew up your sunday best man skirt and tickled your fucking ballbags. I'm blessed he touched me. Then you get cuddle up to the boosem of your warm little lie and stare down your fucking nose at me like I'm fucking Judas because I happen to take ownership of me and my shit....FUCKYOU

You can kiss my gay samoan ass
KISS MY GAY SAMOAN ASS!!

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