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This is what people are saying about life for LGBTI people in MOROCCO...
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i'm from Morocco & i need a help (user currently living in MOROCCO) posted for gay lesbian transgender bisexual intersex straight readers on 05/02/2013 tagged with at the work place, lgbt families, laws and leadership , sexual orientation, religion, illegality of male to male relationships
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Hi everybody, i dont know how to explain da situation here ,day after day i feel losing hope in life and feeling really destroyed.
I present myself, my name is EMy "nickname", born in 1985 and I live in Morocco, a Muslim country where there is no gay rights at all, we are now in 2012 and there is any homosexual law reform expected !!
Since i was teenager i always felt that my choices and my way of thinking is like a girl, I dressed as a woman (in privacy) and so far I shaved all my body parts regularly .. in recent years I did my eyebrows and I tried to wear feminine clothes .. but i was firmly confronted by my family and entourage and I lost my job and all my friends just because i tryed to be me.
I avoided having homosexual relationship just because the law is not tolerant;
My life is wasted; prisoner in men clothes I find no taste to continue this life, get outside my room and see the world, nobody understands me, it's taboo to talk about homosexuality here coz of religion beliefs !! I lost hope to live and I swear i start to think about suicide.
I tryed several times to contact many gay rights comitee in several countries but in vain, they all told me that i have to be in that country in ordre to deal with me, i was seeking for a humain asylum.
My relationship with my surroundings have become worse especially with my family, and one day I'll leave home without knowing where to go.
i need some one to help me to live my life in a country where there is gay rights, I want to live and work in peace, get dressed with respect and freely.
my email: bi.cool@live.com -sincerly-
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Faissal Azizi (user currently living in MOROCCO) posted for gay readers on 16/09/2012 tagged with lgbt families, human rights, religion, illegality of male to male relationships +5
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I just want to know how to get married with my boy (?)
We both want badly to get married with each other, but we are in Morocco, and this is totally illegal...
I want your advices, your opinions. It's not only an impulsion or a crazy dream; we seriously want to marry. It's a life decision.

I can move to europe without problems, I work on cinĂŠma theater and music, I will be in Belgium (Wallonie) from october 10th for a project, so if somebody can help us realizing this or just leading us to an association specialized on this, contact me on pynhassjill@gmail.com

Thank you
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enfance perdue (user currently living in MOROCCO) posted for gay readers on 31/03/2011 tagged with illegality of male to male relationships +15
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j'ai , depuis toujours, su que je sus gay à l'age de 10 ans j'aivais déjà embrassé un mec.
ma vie a commencé à se compliqué quand j'etais en CE5, aimant les discussions des filles, des maitresses, les decorations de fetes , les travaux manuels tel: une boite à bijoux....(bref tous ce que les garçons detestent)
au college les choses se sont compliqué encore plus , mes camarades de classe se moquait de ma façon de marcher, de courir ou encore parce que j'etais incapable de jouer au foot.
deuxieme année du college , la pire année de toute ma vie , toujurs isolé, on me traitait de tous les noms possibles et imaginable et enfin batu de nombreuses fois , durant cette periode j'avais decouvert les sites pornographiques, ça me permettais d'avoir un petit monde gay, ce qui ne durera pas longtemps puisque mon pere decouvre mon petit secret sur l'historique de navigation . je me souviens de tous les etails il est venu me chercher à mon cour de Judo , et des que je suis monté ds la voiture m'a giflé , si fort que je ne sentait plus la moitié de mon visage, faible et peureux comme j'etais je ne pu lui demander pourquoi, mon coeur battait si fort mes mains tremblait et je savais que ça ne faisait que commencer , arrivé à la maison il pris ma cravache d'equitation m'enferma dans ma chambre et me frappa de toutes ses forces, il m'insultait et disait qu'il preferrait que je meurs plutot que d'etre son fils
depuis ce devenu pour lui une habitude de me corriger à coup de cravache je ne parlais jamais de mes problemes à personne et ma mere ne bougeait pas le petit doigt pour venir à mon aide , pire , elle m'a surprise sur internet des mois apres et m'a denoncé (comme si ça l'amusait) .
à 18 ans j'ai enfin pu tenir tete à mon pere et quitter la maison pour aller chez ma grand mere maternelle ou je suis resté 4 mois avant de decider d'arreter les etudes et de travailler en centre d'appel , j'ai economisé quelques milliers de dirham;
ce qui m'a permi d'aller aux USA pour demander l'asyle politique mais malheureusement ma mere eu une tumeur et j'ai du revenir pour etre au pres d'elle
je n'ai pas pu vous raconter d'autres scene encore plus horribles et plus choquante les unes que les autres
mais je peux vous dire qu'aujourd'hui je suis un jeune homme de 20 ans plein de desespoir, de deception de tristesse et de peur .
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