well I am a young Moroccan gay, I die of loneliness, I try my solmate, here in my country gays are not acceptable, I hide my truth, I want to find my travel solmate, I give all my life to study and work, and now I'm organizing my life, and I do not know how? help me,? I want a real relationship with a love sex do not have essential by that when you talk to someone, automatically, the sex talk, but most love, I do not like relationships in the Vertuel, ,

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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-

My name is Dr. Mark S. Simpson. I am a living example that homophobia is alive and well. I was a career educator at some of the finest institutions in the United States, including Director of the Upper School at Windward in Los Angeles and Trinity in New York. A very sad event occurred in 2008. The head of Trinity School, a friend, mentor and amazing leader passed away. I decided to ease my pain by moving on. I was offered a job as the headmaster at a school in Morocco. It seemed like destiny – to serve a school in an area of the world where so many were denied education. To lead an institution towards that most honorable goal – educating the young and giving them hope for a better future. This choice would ultimately lead to the devastation of my stunning career, the shattering of my personal well being and the destruction of my life.

When I arrived at the school, it was instantly apparent that it was infiltrated with shady, dishonest and criminal characters. Not a safe environment for children, and come to find out, not a safe environment for a person like me (while I had a genius IQ), unfortunately, I went through life without ever learning (what my partner calls) street smarts. So many horrible things happened; I did not even survive the first year. The major event that occurred; and for which I had no participation - a dual national (American and Moroccan) person was fired by the Board of Directors. Sadly for me, this religious fanatic and true homophobe, decided to focus his intense revenge on me - for three years now. He sent communications to schools I applied to; contacted the agency that represented me and put out terrible lies; most notably that I was a pedophile. Needless to say, in the world of education, even a lie about that issue ends your career. He didn’t stop there. He stalked me on email, Facebook and my blogs; he had infiltrated my computer in Morocco and obtained my contact lists and has also written 30 page diatribes about me; or in some cases pretended to be me – writing to former students saying I was sexually interested in them. I have continuously relocated around the world, concerned about my personal safety.

All of this has more than devastated me. I am being treated for PTSD, and in my mental state, I am unable even to search for or hold a basic (non-education) job. As if destroying my professional career and my personal life is not sufficient, he has now taken to filing suit against me for slandering him (what a joke that is).

Homophobia is alive and well. The one thing I have remaining is my ability to write. Truth be told, I am a good writer and it brings me some semblance of satisfaction. I write this story, not because I am looking for empathy but to tell gays and lesbians that not only is homophobia alive and well, but that it takes on many different faces. I have a strong and loving partner who gets me through each day. However, by sharing this story I hope I can give some support to others who share life altering experiences because of who they are.

I invite anyone that wants to read my blog (http://www.whitmanandrimbaudkissing.com/) and to join me as I continue to battle this deep rooted hatred and bigotry because of who I love.

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

Hello,
my story is a little bit heartbreaking .... for me ! well i am only 16 and i am gay living in morocco !! we all know that in morocco if you are gay FIRST you get picked on even though nobody knows it ! you ge tpicked on because of your bejavior , because of what you like, because you love art and stuff ! SECOND OF ALL,you never get to be yourself, i mean you are always lying to your family saying that you like that girl or that you will get married to one girl one day ! personnally when my grand mother says to me that she would find the perfect girl for me so that i can marry her i say to myself : if only i was normal ! i know my dad SO much ! one day we talked about gays and he was like : if i ever catch one of those people i would kill them ! so i know if he ever discovers my secret for sure i am going to be a dead boy ! i know that and we all know that in morocco it's legal to beat the hell out of your kids ! so i just want someone to come and tak eme away to the USA where i can be myself ! live my life as i want to ! please come and get me ! PLEASE ! i am BEGGING YOU !

Dear all

My Company is about to propose me a great job in Russia (Project Director in the infrastructure / transport business). I would like to get there as an expatriate with my boyfriend. Do you know if my boyfriend can follow me or how he can follow me or where to find information ?

Please note that we have a French Partnership (called PACS) together.

Thanks for your help

Note: It is getting seriously hard to do the job you like (Project Management of International Infrastructure Projects) as borders are often closed to family members of gay workers.

I am from Morocco,29 years old, Looking for Marriage with lesbian women I wil pay for her,,Please Contact me Thanks

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 .