All those draconian laws. I fear for my criminal prosecution. But for now there is so much infighting between the two main political parties, I became small fry. Not a personality who demands much attention when other more pressing State matters existed such as how many rivers to dam.
This political bickering may also be the reason why there may not be another attempt to murder me. My country used to be a secular democracy with a healthy community of liberals but since democracy is essentially ochlocracy, it was quite predictable the majority will in the end support the far right conservative religious elements into government and therefore vote in a political party that supports the religion of the majority. That made life hell for me and my left wing friends.
I am a gay man and my boyfriend’s case is worse. He hails from a country which is 100 percent homogenous. Same language. Same faith. The phrase “unity in diversity”, my country’s slogan, even if my country is now a secular state only in name, doesn’t apply to him. But he is not worried. He is as cool as Bob Marley. Except that he doesn’t smoke pot. And he doesn’t do alcohol while on a fishing trip. Yes, he’s a fisherman from an island off the mainland.
It was not complete willingness on my part that I decided to shuttle between Earth and my second home the Moon even if I was enjoying my self-imposed exile on Earth’s satellite. Yes, I consider myself an exile even if I imposed that condition by myself on myself.
My father, in his ripe late 60s, had suffered double heart attacks in a row, within the space of a month, and I felt that, should I hope to enjoy a clear conscience for the rest of my life, I had to be there for my old man for the remaining part of his life.
This is why I am forced to make regular trips to Earth.
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