The other day I had lunch with an ayatollah. Yes, a real, living breathing ayatollah. He was sporting that oh so fashionable ayatollah look – black head dress, covered with big black robes. Obligatory bushy beard was in full force.
It was an interesting event. As everyone talked about serious topics such as Iran’s nuclear programme, Iran-US relations, and the possibility that Iran might nuke Israel I was thinking I wonder how this ayatollah would react if he knew I was a homo. I often have these sorts of thoughts. I have this rather conflicted personality where on the one hand, I still don’t think I really accept being gay while on the other I am a militant homo. I am out at work, out to my friends etc. But I digress.
So I am sitting there watching the ayatollah go on about how Iran will defend itself, and all I can think, if only he knew what I was up to last night? Would he still be so inquisitive about my views on the upcoming US elections. Would he still smile and bow to me as I exit for my next meeting. Not that I care, I like the ‘go fuck yourself’ principle when it comes to my sexuality if you don’t like it, but at the same time this man if I was in Iran could seriously fuck me over. Which really makes you think twice – it also reminded me of this absurd asylum issue the UK must resolve!
Anyway, the lunch went well, the food was great (major bonus points for that) and I escaped without being deported for being essentially a gay refugee to the UK, of course if they deport me to the US, I probably won’t get hung. At least not up north.
