I want to be gay
There has been a lot of talk recently over “Gayness”, or whatever you want to call it.
There was the news that one of the Anglican Churches in America has split down the middle, because they have a gay bishop.
And of course, Matt Lucas got married.
Now the Catholic Church and the Anglicans [or someone] are arguing over the subject.
Now I gave nothing against homosexuals [and I mean that in all senses of the word]. I am not homophobic. I don’t care what people get up to in the privacy of their own homes provided it is consensual and doesn’t involve children.
It doesn’t bother me if I see two men, or two women walking hand in hand down the road.
No. What REALLY gets up my nose is the word “Gay”. They have hi-jacked an innocent word meaning happy, or carefree and have turned it into something else.
I’m sure there are a lot of happy, carefree homosexuals out there. Fair play to them. But there are a lot of happy, carefree heterosexuals out there too. But they can’t call themselves gay any more.
What about miserable homosexuals? We all have bad days. What do they call themselves when they are feeling down? “I’m gay and morbidly depressed”??
A lot of older literature uses the word ‘gay’ in its original meaning. But you can’t use that literature in the classroom any more without ripples of sniggering and smirking.
Go find another word. No. On second thoughts, invent a new word. We can have world-wide competitions to find an appropriate one.
When I was a lad, life was a lot simpler.
There were three genders – male, female and Quentin Crisp.
You could tell the females from the males, because they had bumps on their chests, long hair and they wore skirts.
Men chased women and women ran from men.
I’m sure there were homosexuals around then too. In fact I know there were. But they didn’t have parades and get married on the front pages of newspapers.
Now it’s all confusing.
We have males, females, shemales, transvestites, transexuals, homosexuals, heterosexuals, and God knows what else.
I wish life was simple again.
I’m gay myself. But I’m not homosexual. I’m just happy.
There was quite a funny scene in the pilot of “A Bit of Fry and Laurie” about this.
‘Stoned’ is, of course, another, and no doubt that bible scene with the adulterer or whatever she was will cause great confusion for future generations.
For some reason, I don’t mind words like that. In fact I love the idea of Americans coming over here because they think the Crack is freely available and free in Irish pubs!!
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It’s just the word “gay” that gets me….
We might call them ‘heshes’?
Grandad I will be “gay” with you anytime 😉
Yes. I like “heshes” [and, of course “shehes”]
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And stop that Grannymar! I told you Herself would complain.
Well now look at that – real ‘gay’ he is with his little flags!
‘heshes’ is fine but ‘shehes’ sounds like it might offend a few folk in Ireland
If I want to fly the flag, I will. It’s my site, and I’m going home!
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Good point about the shehes. How about “shemales”??