I’ve been told that this column will disappear in a week or so when it is replaced with a new one, and I wanted to preserve a copy as well as share the information. This is originally from Wayne Besen’s column. It explains why I will never go to Jamaica, and if I’m on a cruise that stops in Jamaica - which I will avoid booking in the first place, but if I dock there - I won’t get off the ship.

It’s Time to Boycott Jamaica
by Wayne Besen
Gay bashing in Jamaica is so prevalent that in 2006 Time magazine wrote an article about the island headlined, “The Most Homophobic Place On Earth?” The New York Times this week showed that the anti-gay climate has only worsened, with the island caught in a downward spiral of outright psychosis. It is time to hand an ultimatum to Jamaica’s public officials: Stop allowing rampant abuse of gay people or your economy will be crippled.

The Times story is downright chilling. It details how last month five gay men were having a dinner party when a mob appeared at the front door – kicking it in and attacking the men. While screaming homophobic epithets, between 15-20 thugs beat the victims senseless with sticks and cut them with machetes. One man is still missing, but police found blood at the mouth of a deep hole near the yard.

This was not an isolated incident. The Times went on to report a shocking attack on a gay man’s funeral last year, where hooligans trashed the church with rocks and bottles as the service was in session. Of course, this unholy barbarism occurred in the name of God. Interestingly, Jamaicans have turned their sex-fueled island into a heterosexual bathhouse and ganja den, but seem to get sanctimonious and discover the Bible when it comes to homosexuality.

Prior to these incidents, two of the island’s notable gay advocates, Steve Harvey and Brian Williamson, were murdered. Time Magazine reported that a crowd celebrated over Williamson’s disfigured body. Time also recounted an incident in 2004 where a teen was nearly killed when his father learned his son was gay and urged a mob to lynch the boy at his school. In the same year, it was reported that police heartily cheered on another mob as it stabbed and stoned a gay man to death in Montego Bay. In 2006, a Kingston man drowned after a horde screaming “batty boy” (a Jamaican slur for gay people) chased him off a high dock.

On American docks, six hundred miles west of this homophobic hellhole, tourists regularly line up to board massive luxury liners destined for Jamaica. The tropical island earned $2.1 billion from tourism in 2006, an increase of 24 percent over 2005. More than three million people visited Jamaica in 2006, with 1,025,000 arrivals from the United States.

Clearly, the answer to Jamaica’s love affair with lynching is an aggressive campaign designed to put the clamp on tourism – particularly the cruise industry. The goal should be to strangle Jamaica’s economy and force the island to change or suffer severe consequences. With tourism Jamaica’s second largest source of revenue, such a campaign could have a powerful impact that achieves tangible results.

It appears that four major cruise lines are the main conduits in which people infuse Jamaica’s economy with blood money. They are Carnival, Costa, Celebrity and Royal Caribbean. The ports where the ships leave are Miami, Fort Lauderdale, Port Canaveral and Galveston.

It is imperative that one of the GLBT international groups or a major U.S. gay rights group create a campaign to shame these corporations and the passengers that travel on their ships. With so few ports, it would be relatively simple to call for a boycott and picket, while handing hand out informational flyers to cruisers. A “Boycott Jamaica” advertising campaign would greatly strengthen these actions. Billboards would need to be strategically placed along I-95 between Miami and Fort Lauderdale with the bold headline: “JA-MURDER.”

Undoubtedly, there are many passengers with gay friends and family members who are unaware of Jamaica’s sickening and immoral violence against GLBT people. Once informed, many individuals would opt to vacation elsewhere. There is no doubt that with a concerted effort, Jamaica could be brought to its knees.

To lift such a boycott, Jamaica would have to abolish its “buggery” law. Public officials would have to undergo sensitivity training. The police would be required to set up daily undercover stings – where officers would dress in stereotypically gay clothing and arrest would-be attackers. Finally, Jamaica’s public officials would have to openly welcome gay and lesbian travelers and offer enthusiastic support for homosexuals living within the country.

It is time we stopped vacationing from our responsibility and started holding Jamaica and its corporate enablers accountable. Until anti-gay atrocities are no longer the norm, Jamaica must be seen as an international pariah, rather than the faux paradise it presents to the world.

©365Gay.com 2008

I just bought a fancy new phone. A very fancy, state of the art, not crippled by T-Mobile, phone. I bought a Blackberry Curve 8310 in Titanium, and it is my dream phone. At first my wife said I absolutely couldn’t buy it, but she finally relented! Instead of getting me a PS2 for my birthday (she’s running a tad late on it), she is contributing the $90 cost of a PS2 to my purchase of the phone. I got an AT&T version off eBay, and you can buy unlock codes on eBay too, so I will be unlocking it and putting my T-Mobile SIM card into it.

My bill will go up by $5-15 when I switch to the Blackberry plan, because it doesn’t include unlimited texts like the Sidekick, so you have to pick the 400 ($5), 1000 ($10), or unlimited ($15) text plans. I got it on a trial basis, from a seller who accepts returns for any reason for 7 days. When I had the T-Mobile Dash a few months ago, I knew within a few days that I didn’t like it, so I think I will know for this, too. If I decide to keep it, I have to sell both my GPS device (there’s one in the phone) and my Sidekick 3 (don’t need two phones). It won’t be SUPER easy to do geocaching with the Blackberry - there’s no ideal application for it yet - but it is possible.

The phone has everything I want except WiFi, and I don’t really NEED that because I’ll have the unlimited data plan and I have cell coverage everywhere except my house. But we might be moving to my in-laws’ house soon (we are still house-sitting, but we are going to ask if we can stay in the spare room where we are now) so I don’t have to worry about it, they have cell coverage here.

Today was my first day back on campus. Sex & Gender class went fine in the morning, I am caught up with everything (I think). Tomorrow we’ll find out how much I fell behind in my other classes, and whether I can catch up quickly or what. I know I fell behind in my linguistics reading…I don’t think I even cracked that book while we were gone! I have to do some history reading tonight for sure.

Also today I had my brain scan at the audiology center. They found out that the hearing loss does not lie between the cochlea and the brain, so it’s somewhere between the eardrum and the cochlea. They don’t know why, though, and won’t speculate - they said I’d need to see an ENT doc for that. They explained why my mild hearing loss is a problem - apparently a high frequency loss takes away sounds like s, sh, and f. As we all know from Wheel of Fortune, s is a very common letter (RSTLNE anyone?) and so by missing certain sounds, I’m not able to fully understand. It’s not that I can’t hear when someone is speaking, I know they are speaking, but missing out on certain sounds means I don’t get the full information.

For home situations, I have to train my family to get my attention before they start talking to me, not call to me from another room, etc. This will allow me to use lipreading just a little bit so I can fill in the gaps, and also it makes sure my attention is focused on my ears. The reason I have trouble is because I often miss the first half of a sentence and then I miss some information from the rest of it and I end up clueless. So attention-getting is going to be important at home. For work, the audiology department is going to order a special in-line amplifier so I can try it for 30 days and see if that helps me. If it does, then I get to buy it for myself - they’ll tell me how much it costs. If it doesn’t help, uh…I dunno!

The audiologist is going to send my audiogram and the certification letter to the admissions department so I can get converted over to regular student status.

Just a quickie post. We made it back fine, got home last night around 9pm. All the flights were on time and everything. We spent several hours hanging around the airport in San Juan, and then had barely enough time to grab dinner in Atlanta before our next flight. Fortunately, that flight was only about one-third full, so we got to spread out a little bit. I did my reading for Sex & Gender class on the plane, and I discovered that in addition to being very feminist, the book is also a little transphobic. Oh well. We took Metro home from National Airport and a cab from the Vienna station. Today I did some Deaf Studies homework and some grocery shopping. Tomorrow I have class in the morning and then my audiology appointment for the brain scan. I have a list of stuff I have to catch up on, and I’ll fit it in somehow. We are back to dieting, because I’ve gained 5 pounds and 12 pounds on past cruises, so I know I gained this time. I refuse to check how much, though. I just cheated and had a big snack for dinner because I am having trouble sleeping and I know that having a full tummy will make it easier to go to sleep. Tomorrow I will double up on my sleep meds so I don’t cheat with food again. Back to the grind! (Oh, and we’re looking at Curaçao rather than Aruba, because it’s more gay-friendly and they have a school for the deaf there, so I might be able to find a job.)

Sea days are a little on the boring side, if you ask me. I was woken up at 10am by the cruise director making a long announcement about the disembarkation talk, which is great to attend if you’re a first-time cruiser, but pretty useless if you’ve been there and done that. We laid out plans for the day that included “ultimate trivia” in the afternoon, but I didn’t make it to the trivia. We looked in the shops one last time, and I found a great ring that unfortunately didn’t look right with my wedding ring, or I would have gotten it. (It didn’t fit on the other hand, and the setting wasn’t resizeable because it was an estate-type setting.)

We had lunch next, and I was excited to find three delicious choices on the vegetarian menu - I ended up selecting the “Thai noodle salad” which was under the cold dishes. I was terribly disappointed in it - it was slightly spicy, but not in a Thai way, and it tasted very much like there was too much mayo in it. Despite this, a woman at the next table got my attention, and asked what I was eating; I told her that it was from the vegetarian menu. She called her waiter over and said “I didn’t like this, I want what she’s having” - the first time I ever heard of anybody wanting something off the vegetarian menu! It was amusing, but I hope she didn’t get annoyed when it turned out to be icky! (A thinks it was probably perfectly to her liking, considering that most people on board prefer pretty bland food, as evidenced by the normal menus.)

In the afternoon, we did some gambling. I lost $10 in a nickel slot machine, and A played $10 and won $20 in the machine next to mine, so if you consider our finances pooled, we broke even. (Technically it was my money anyway, I gave her the $10!) We cashed out about halfway through and played directly with the nickels…your hands get really dirty that way though. At 4:30 we went over to the theater to play bingo, which we never win. It cost $30 per card, and we each got one card, so I was really hoping to win the $1000 jackpot - it would have paid off our onboard account plus we would have had a couple hundred dollars left over. I got really excited because I was just one number away from winning at blackout bingo (you have to mark ALL your numbers) but of course someone beat me to it. She didn’t sound particularly excited, which I thought was weird. Two other people also had valid bingos, so they split the jackpot.

At dinner, we had a cake brought to us for our 10th anniversary - our waiter was so good, he had remembered from when I told him earlier in the week that I wanted one on Friday! They always remember everything on cruise ships…sometimes I think a perfect memory is a standard job requirement. Our waiter, assistant waiter, maitre d’, and another random assistant waiter sang “Happy Anniversary to You” for us, we blew out the two candles together, and then the waiter took it away and brought back a slice of cake with ice cream for each of us. I hope the crew got to eat the rest of the cake, or somebody at least, because it was a really big cake and we each only had one piece!

I had to burn up my internet minutes in the evening, and I ended up being the last person they chased out of the computer center. I noticed that the guy didn’t try to warn me or anything like he did with the other people…he just let me go on and on until about 15 minutes past closing. When he did chase me out, he explained the server would be getting reset, rather than just saying “we’re closed” - somehow he picked up on me being a nerd, I guess.

We had an outstanding time in Aruba. We got there really early, and we had to roll out of bed early for an 8:30am tour. It was with the Pied Piper group, and there was some confusion in the morning because the bus was supposed to be private, and there were a couple of women on there who weren’t part of our group. They finally got them offloaded, and off we went. Our first stop was the Casibari rock formation, where we took pictures, but not the right ones to claim the cache I wanted there. We all piled back in the bus and went off to some lava rocks; Aruba is a volcanic island and people pile them up and make wishes, so we all did that too. We went to the site of the former Natural Bridge there, which had been created by thousands of years of water wearing away at the rock, but in 2005 it collapsed - around 5am, so nobody was on it! There is still a “baby” natural bridge at the site, but all you can see of the big one is that it’s collapsed. We got back in the bus and went on a drive around the island, and the guide rattled on and on about how great Aruba is. She told us some great housing prices, and when she drove us through a fancy golf course, the housing prices there were not that much higher. A and I got to talking, and we are seriously considering buying a home in Aruba - either to move to permanently eventually, or to rent out, or to start a business from, etc. We have even been talking about learning Dutch or the local language, Papiamento, because we are really interested in Aruba. Our next vacation will be a fact-finding mission there, I think. We stopped by a real estate office in the afternoon and were again bowled over by the prices!

Anyway, after the tour ended, we got off the bus and walked around in downtown Oranjestad. There are several malls there - including a fabulous pink one - and we cruised through them all. I fretted over which “Aruba” shirt I wanted to buy, and I ended up buying two! It is such a gorgeous place and we can’t wait to go back. Moving there would be more complicated than moving to Puerto Rico: we’d both have to learn the language, there is no VRS center there, it’s not the U.S. anymore, we’d have to make twice-yearly trips back home to get our teeth cleaned (not sure why A is insistent upon that one), we’re not sure what we’d do with the cats, etc. But it’s cheaper than Puerto Rico, and much safer and cleaner. (The guide pointed out that the Holloway case was done by an off-islander, a Dutch boy.)

After we walked all we could and came back on board, it was time to get ready for formal night. Dinner was uneventful except for the baked alaska parade at the end. We went to see the production show “Thoroughly Broadway,” but - this was really weird - we’ve seen it before. They tacked on a couple of numbers from The Lion King on the end, and I’m not sure if we saw the Hairspray parts before, but I know we saw most of that show before. It must have been in 2006 when we were on the Zenith. It was clearly a different presentation, because the singers and dancers weren’t the same people, but all the costumes and everything were the same! It was downright weird seeing all that again.

We spent today in Bonaire, which I knew only as a scuba destination, because a friend of mine spent something like three weeks here over the summer. We arrived in the afternoon as planned, but we didn’t tender as expected. The cruise director made an announcement saying that we had actually docked, and we should all thank the captain for securing us a berth. I’m sure right after that announcement was made, 95% of the people on board forgot about thanking him, so he never got thanked - oh well.

We went outside when we were ready, which was well before our tour at 2:30. We did a little shopping, and I found a bookstore that sold stamps so I stamped four postcards and sent them out from Bonaire. A said I could have just sent them from Puerto Rico with U.S. stamps, but I wanted them to have at least a slight chance of getting to their recipients before we got home! So we shopped around, donated $5 to the Aruba Animal Shelter’s spay-and-neuter project, and shopped some more. Our daily newsletter on the ship had mentioned that not every vendor in Bonaire sold the same thing, as they do in other ports; I was pleasantly surprised to find that there were indeed many unique handcrafted items available. There was, however, a donkey sanctuary booth - yes, they have a donkey sanctuary in Bonaire - that was selling plush dolls of the donkey from Shrek. Oh well, so much for creativity. They also sold plush flamingo dolls, because there are more flamingos on the island than humans!

At 2:30 we went on our scheduled tour, kayaking through the mangroves with the Mangrove Center. As usual, I sat in back to do the paddling, and A sat up front and looked pretty. That’s how we always kayak, because I have lots more paddling experience - unlike others on our tour, I could actually make the boat go where I wanted it to! It was a little difficult getting through the mangrove channels, because at times it was too narrow and low for a high-reaching stroke close to the boat. We made it through, of course, and I pronounced it “too easy” with just A on board - I said I needed a couple extra passengers so I could have a workout! Well, I got my workout when we left the protected waters of the mangrove area and headed across the bay to a little beach. I had a rather difficult time staying in one spot along the beach because the current was so strong, and it wanted to carry us into the shallows where we would have damaged the sea grass which is the primary food for the endangered green turtles there. (We didn’t want to get out onto the beach because we would have gotten MORE SAND on us…I am still finding sand from Sunday!) On the way back across the bay, I got really tired out and I asked A to paddle a little bit. We made it back into the more protected areas and back to shore with no problem.

A was a little grumpy after the excursion, though, so we had room service delivered instead of going to dinner. (Room service is free on cruise ships, though you do have to tip.) I had wanted to go to dinner because I love Celebrity’s vegetarian menus, but oh well - we had veggie burgers and dessert delivered instead. I did run down to the dining room at our dinner time so I could ask the Pied Piper leader about our tour in the morning in Aruba - it’s scheduled for 8:30am!