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<body leftmargin="0" topmargin="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0"> <div align="center"> <table width="95%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"> <tr align="left" valign="top"> <td width="75%"><table width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5"> <tr> <td><h2><a href="../../../../../" target="_top">首頁</a> > <a href="../../" target="_top">支援中心</a> > <a href="../" target="_top">Coming Out</a> ></h2> </td> </tr> <tr> <td align="left" valign="top"><table width="95%" border="0" cellspacing="3" cellpadding="3"> <tr align="left" valign="top"> <td width="352"><strong>標題 :</strong> denise 的喃喃</td> <td width="160"><strong>作者 :</strong> denise</td> </tr> <tr align="left" valign="top"> <td colspan="2"><strong>上載日期 :</strong> 01Sept 05</td> </tr> <tr align="left" valign="top" bgcolor="#D7D7D7"> <td colspan="2"> <div align="center"> <table width="90%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5"> <tr> <td><p> </p> <p><font size="+1">如果要我說 coming out，那會是沒完沒了的絮絮不休。不是一剎那的醒悟，我無法告訴妳準確的時間。 </font></p> <p><font size="+1">可是，我想到了這些人： </font></p> <p><font size="+1">我的母親知道，她把我細細的觀察。 <br> 我的父親知道，我用文字告訴了他。 <br> 我的弟弟知道，我們一起南征北討。 <br> 我的姊姊知道，她見過我的前任女友。 <br> 我的妹妹知道，她就是知道。 </font></p> <p><font size="+1">也想到了這一幕幕的公眾時刻： </font></p> <p><font size="+1">第一次踏進 Vancouver Lesbian Connection 中心申請當義工，那天是我姊姊的畢業禮，我遲到了。 <br> 在加拿大國家電視台上，我以一個華裔 Lesbian 的身份出現，非．常．驕．傲。 <br> 在電台跟一位父親辯論（當然我還是很禮貌的）為什麼小朋友需要看有包括同性家庭的兒童書。 <br> 看過許多朋友在經歷了盟誓儀式或同性婚禮後，仍然矢志不移。 </font></p> <p><font size="+1">還有這許多親密的感動： </font></p> <p><font size="+1">見證了在死亡邊緣掙扎的痛苦故事，即使她們是如何的渴望生存。 <br> 被朋友們團團的愛著，隨時隨地的關懷。 </font></p> <p><font size="+1">追求的狂喜和被觸摸的渴望，永遠在我的心中。 </font></p> <p><font size="+1">Alas! 我告訴妳們這些，我學著變得更堅強。 </font></p> <p><font size="+1"><br> (靈感來自Keane 的《Somewhere Only We Know》和 Damien Rice 的《The Blower’s Daughter》） <br> 翻譯：lulu ( 沒有lulu，denise 是真的不知所措。) </font></p> <p><font size="+1"><br> 原文： </font></p> <p><font size="+1">If I can articulate what coming out means for me, it would be a continuous rambling of some sort. No timeline and no one singular moment of revelation. </font></p> <p><font size="+1">But there were people. </font></p> <p><font size="+1">My mother knew it through keen observation. <br> My father knew it cos' I wrote him a note. <br> My brother knew it because we cruised together. <br> My older sister knew it because she met my ex-girlfriend. <br> My younger sister just knew it. </font></p> <p><font size="+1">There were a few public moments. </font></p> <p><font size="+1">The first day I stepped into the Vancouver Lesbian Connection centre to volunteer, <br> I ended up being late at my sister's graduation ceremony. <br> On Canadian national television talking about being an Asian lesbian and being damn proud of it. <br> Had a verbal fight (but I was still very polite) with a father on radio about why children should read children's books depicting same-sex families. <br> Watched many lesbian and gay friends who went through commitment ceremonies or same-sex marriages and are still committed to each other. </font></p> <p><font size="+1">And many more private ones. </font></p> <p><font size="+1">Witnessed others through the painful process of giving life up even though they have tried so hard to be present. <br> Surrounded by friends who just care for you at any given time. </font></p> <p><font size="+1">Indeed, the ecstasy of chasing and the longing of being touched were never distant in my mind. </font></p> <p><font size="+1">But alas, I've learnt to become stronger in telling you all this. </font></p> <p><font size="+1">(Inspired by Keane's Somewhere Only We Know & Damien Rice’s The Blower’s Daughter) </font></p> <p><font size="+1">原載於《女女情事‧生活‧吹水工作坊研習手冊》</font></p> <p><font size="-1">( http://www.leslovestudy.com 下一站彩虹)</font></p> </td> </tr> </table> </div> </td> </tr> </table> </td> </tr> </table> </td> <td width="15%"> </td> </tr> </table> </div> <hr align="center"> <p align="center">  </p> </body>