66 Princes Street

Do you remember you moved to a new house after your dad and mum separated? Thank goodness for the council. For the very first night, it was the first time you had a house with a chimney. So your mum lit it and quickly decided to cook a couple of lamb kebab shish’s, for a bit of comfort. Thinking about it now, I don’t know if that was dangerous, but it was definitely a little bit of joy among all of the shit. For the first week, because there weren’t any kitchen appliances in the house, you had soup, so mum went to Argos and bought a plug-in, 2 stove cooker. I don’t know how she managed with the money we received, but mum managed to buy you a CD player where you would play the 2 CDs you had: Britney Spears and Jojo. You felt like the kid in “About a Boy” with his gifted CD player, playing “Shake yo’ Ass”. She also managed to get a Tamagotchi for each of you. It was £12 from the nearest Asda...it was actually quite expensive. After a few months of living there, you met a girl named Shanon and a boy named Aaron. They decided to be your friends at first because we were new on the street. There was one day where we were playing with my sisters and Shannon and Aaron, decided to keep running away from us and saying things like “You smell”, or “You can’t play with us.” They didn’t have any other issues with the other white kids...it was apparent why we couldn't play with them. So you went home and picked up your Tamagotchi. But you wanted to be outside, so you went to the back garden. That’s where you found scraps of wood in the shed left from the previous tenants. We started building a treehouse with what we could. We also tried to build wooden toys like an airplane. That’s when we realised we were good at being creative and building things. You hold on to that Busra because when the world is mean to you, you would always build your own. There is nothing wrong with letting your imagination run wild. You don’t need the acceptance of the other kids. You even built a swing on the tree in the far right back corner of the garden, opposite the shed. Your mum would stay, “Busra stop, that's not a very polite feminine thing to do, you might hurt yourself.” We were hurt that mum would even say something like that as if building things is for the boys and the men. After she proved that as women how strong we can be, why was our culture limiting our full potential? Ever since then, Busra, we build and put together everything in our homes. When Dad would be busy working at his current Kebab shop, you will be the one who puts all the beds together by yourself, you are the one that hangs every shelf in the house, you are the one who changes the bulbs, you are the one who fixes the toilet, and you are the one who redecorates the bathroom. I guess you really are a stereotypical gay. Absolutely owning your femininity and owning what being feminine means.