I personally had this in mind whenever you spoke of him:
This is Azis, a Bulgarian pop-folk singer. I couldn't find a website for him/her, so a Wikipedia article will have to suffice.
Oddly enough, I saw a documentary about American Samoa, where some men are arbitrarily set aside to be raised as women, to have another set of hands around the house, hands that will not have children and be occupied with them. They dress as women and that's the important thing. Straight men wanting some go to the beach where these people hang around and they do it, but because one of them has assumed the social role of a woman therefore it is not homosexuality. It's the clothing that matters.
Under that thinking, coupling with Rosie O'Donnell wouldn't be homosexual sex unless she did it with a man.
I'm still trying to get my head around it. No one gay that I know says anything other than it's innate, from birth. It is. And a boy, an identical twin, was made into a woman when a circumcision was botched. He was given hormones thinking that sex was plastic but he peed standing up, wanted trucks and not dolls, and thought of suicide. The American experience is that it's hard-wired. But the South Pacific experience--Samoa, Fiji, Tahiti--is that it's social.
Me? I think it's a way to have a lot of fun and you can't believe some people's eyebrows when I blast our MTE and they found out I like the men. And I can't tell you how much fun I'm having--open in a small West Texas town, among rich white Republicans, a bit of a fixture in business, entirely too useful to be scorned, good reputation for probity, and in the middle of a huge oil boom. The most wonderful thing on earth is, after 50 years of cowering, being able to say to anyone "Fuck you." And the odd thing is that when people know you can, you don't have to.
That says a lot about people. It also says a lot about the human trait that makes liberals such incredible suck-ups to power.
Commissar TheocritusThe thighs are rather androgenic, aren't they? And so gawdawful that you ignore that skirt--or whatever it is...
I just like his hotpants and C'boy boot combo. And you're right on about his/her singing.
Burned forever into my mind. I mean, aren't some things just sacred? Next we'll see, oh, I don't know, say, Rudy Guiliani dressed as, how's this for crazy? Marilyn Monroe.
Quote:Think about that, Betinov, when you find a right to have sex with unspecified beautiful women. Just because in my world fun is easy to have for all men are willing all the time, it doesn't necessarily make it worth much.
Out of character, I think that one of the most damaging things the 1960s and 1970s accomplished was the Sexual Revolution. For sex to be good, not just pleasant mutual excercise, it has to be intimate on a psychological level as well as physical. Most of the women I've dated have turned out to have some serious problems (so far I've been attracted to a girl with multiple personalities, a compulsive gambler, a compulsive liar and three who were virulently estranged from either a parent or sibiling). This doesn't make them bad people to hang out with, but in retrospect I am very glad I did not go to bed with any of them.
Ivan Betinovso far I've been attracted to a girl with multiple personalities, a compulsive gambler, a compulsive liar and three who were virulently estranged from either a parent or sibiling.
OMG! Ivan, we have been dating the same women. Sorry to say, I did sleep with them.
But the forcing of people into one mold or the other is actually fairly recent. The concept of homosexuality as we understand it, the exclusive attraction to the same sex, is only about 150 years old, defined by a German. Wouldn't you know that? A virtuous Roman male could have sex with anything--male, female, hired, slave--and every slave of the household was fair game. And he was supposed to have fun until marriage, when he was supposed to be a father and husband. Could stlll have fun. I read in The Spectator, a Brit publication, which goes on as you'd expect about Empire, about the monograph of of an English explorer in the early 20th century who did a favor for a Muslum caliph in the middle east and who was rewarded by a night in either of his brothels: 1500 boys or 1500 women and the Muslim suggested the boys.
Which gives yet another interesting thing, and you may avert your eyes here without prejudice. In South American culture the shame is being penetrated, and in the pederastic Greek relationships in the Greek states (Wikipedia again), there were various acceptable roles for the over and beloved (erastes and eromenos). The shame in penetration is that it places the man on the level of a mere woman, who was of course at the time a thing, chattel. (A sideline is Exodus 21, which will pop your eyes on the Hebrew Bible's opinion of women. You never heard that from a pulpit.)
In my life, which has not been that, er, adventurous for I am no iconoclast and am conservative, I have noticed that I had things in common with straight men who were womanizers--the chase. But also, and this really blew my mind the first time it happened, I knew someone, a very handsome man who made all other men in the room disappear when he walked in, who was a friend, who gave me hell about being gay, and once, after a very sudden death of a mutual friend when all was overwrought, he got suddenly drunk and wanted from me the one thing he could not get from a woman. This told me that it was sex. He's not gay and forcing him into that mold does him a disservice. He is, however, a sensualist.
Japanese prostitutes often keep a knotted silk rag which they insert into a man's bum and jerk out at the moment of release, to intensify it. This is because of simple physiological mechanism and means nothing. Same thing with my friend.
This does not explain however the queens. Bruno, who is as I said an exaggeration of Stacy--if he'd never had sex you'd know he was different.
I loathe touchy-feely words and run, screaming like a BEQ, from PC terms, but I must say that "bi-curious" seems useful.
Quote:I promise I'm not making this up, gay men are supposed to have longer and thicker penises.
I guess that certifies my hetro credentials.....
Ivan BetinovI guess that certifies my hetro credentials.....
That joke itself testifies to your credentials. There's entirely too much gay identity in the pecker. If there were an analogous operation to a boob job, gay men would pass out having sex from the blood flowing from the head on the top. And yes, it's silly. But there it is.
The problem I have with genetics as influencing this is as I have said, if one concedes a genetic component for homosexual behavior, it would seem one would also have to concede a genetic component for all the many varieties of sexual attraction, both hetero and homo. Are people with a shoe fetish possessing some yet to be discovered genetic component? I don't know, and more importantly I don't believe anyone knows the answer, yet in the same manner we are asked to accept the global warming chant as fact, we are asked the same on this. What really gets me is when someone says they knew they were gay when they were 4 or 5 years old. Maybe it's just me, but I had no clue about sexual attraction at that age. I do believe that some people, perhaps all of us, will "remember" things that really didn't happen as we think, but they reinforce our current thinking,
On a similar vein, am I alone or have you ever had a memory that seemed so real, yet you couldn't be sure if it was an old memory or the memory of a dream event?
Oh well, this is probably a terrible topic to post on, and we have much bigger work to do, to prepare for the dawning of the Peoples State of America.
PupovichOn a similar vein, am I alone or have you ever had a memory that seemed so real, yet you couldn't be sure if it was an old memory or the memory of a dream event?
Yes, I have. I find that a very serious illness, even after recovery, causes that to happen. The dreams during the illness seemed, for me at least, to have worn a channel in my mind, if that makes any sense.[/quote]
About the genetic component. As I understand the phenotype/genotype idea, one is a predisposition and one is determinative. A shoe fetish, for example, could merely be an expression of the ability to sexualize things at all. People do not think it that strange to be attracted to say lingerie, I think because we think of who's going to wear it.
But I don't, frankly, have any problem with seeing a genetic basis in almost anything. After all, genes give us the very canvas on which our lives are painted. Genes determine our very makeup. Without genes there would be nothing to be gay or attracted to people of the same sex or to shoes or to our MTE--if such a thing is found, indeed, to exist in the universe, outside Mr. Reno.
The genes determine a latent ability, and other things would seem to shape how it is expressed. In this I do not see a difference between say someone with mathematical ability who majors in math and someone who is attracted to men who sleeps with them.
Perhaps only gay men know that they're attracted to men at so early an age but there is a possible explanation and that is looking back. I remember in grade school, about the 3rd grade, starting to notice boys when other boys were starting to notice girls. A friend, Ed, now a (celibate) priest, told me he was playing doctor under the bed at four. But from the time of sexual awakening, I knew. As do straight people I believe.
The problem is that I denied, hoping that things would kick in, until my 20s, causing a lot of problems. And if that weren't so perhaps I wouldn't be so objectionable now.
Are you, seriously, hitching your wagon to the dud candidacy of Hillary Clinton, the Scrotumed wonder??
We all know that hope reigns supreme for the collective in the person of Barack Obama.
Granted, Hillary's health plan is a move in the most beneficial direction of those who contribute the least to the Collective (namely, me).
That said, hitch your wagon to the rising star. The one who gives hope. HOPE, my bloodthirsty comrade!
Trust me, Ruler of all Beasts of the Earth and King of Scotland, all productive asses will bleed under the leadership of Obama, as they would under the leadership of Hillary.
Productive asses bleeding. Its like being at the Manhole Bar in Chicago. It kicks ass.
Are you, seriously, hitching your wagon to the dud candidacy of Hillary Clinton, the Scrotumed wonder?? Ah Parasite, I like your style, but you need to know what happens to those who screw up my title. I'm not a comrade, my little winged friend. I am "Your Excellency President for Life, Field Marshall Al Hadji Doctor [B]Idi AminDada, VC [‘Victorious Cross’], DSO, MC, Lord of All the Beasts of theEarth and Fishes of the Sea and Conqueror of the British Empire inAfrica in General and Uganda in Particular, and Professor of Geography."[/B]
Be careful to get it right, you don't want to get squashed, now do you? Hillary should have listened to me, now she's ha! ha! all screwed up.
Now, my little winged friend I have a job for you. I want you to buzz off and go get me the admin password to this sleepy website. I'll show you comrades how to wake up a website. Ha! ha!
Now off you go, Parasite, do what you do!
Practice my proper title while you buzz around. Ha! ha!
He still scares me. You can never tell if threats are going to be hollow or not with Hillary supporters.
I shall keep my mouth shut for a price. I require compensation for stuff that happened to me and I am holding your well being ransom.
Ooh, I got it! I'll get a prole to dress up as Bush and have him go around spreading the rumors, and to interested comrades he will talk seriously to them convincing them of whatever it was we were just talking about. Then those interested will... do stuff... and those who aren't just ignore it. And if he gets caught, all he will be able to say is a loud kersplutch-ing sound due to his head exploding from a remote explosive planted in his brain. And then we just blame it on Bush.
Dr. Idi. Are you feeling well? Your color isn't just, quite, you, right now. Have a seat. Bruno will fetch you a drink
...Bruno, here's your chance and don't be such a great big Carter this time. Mach snell!
You wouldn't like that.
Commissar TheocritusBetty, eat what you want. I have different things for different people. I have put things in your games which control you.
Thank Lenin a dog has superior smell to detect chemicals in food, no opposable paw so needs no remote control etc. I am free of foreign influence!
The stone is sodalite, the walls eggplant. And all these years I've been using vector calculus as a beard.
And I've been working twelve-hour days, and I just came back from nearly a week in San Antonio, where I was so tired that I did not even have energy for the Cube... Eating and sleeping, eating and sleeping. The perfect party parasite.
And yes, Nansky will love it. I chose the color blue so as not to clash with her crustacean blood.
But let us never forget his delightful moonbat wife. But I feel so sorry for her for she was forced to say that she once felt proud to be an American. Me? I've never said that. And never will. After all, the U$$A is the home of all that is evil in the world, and without it, the USSR could have spread the dream of communism throughout the world and Meow could have all the Hummels that he wanted.
Oh. And I get everything else.
Do I need to address you as Your Excellency President for Life, Field Marshall Al Hadji Doctor Idi Amin Dada, VC [‘Victorious Cross’], DSO, MC, Lord of All the Beasts of the Earth and Fishes of the Sea and Conqueror of the British Empire in Africa in General and Uganda in Particular, and Professor of Geography each time I address you and ask a separate question? If so Dear Your Excellency President for Life, Field Marshall Al Hadji Doctor Idi Amin Dada, VC [‘Victorious Cross’], DSO, MC, Lord of All the Beasts of the Earth and Fishes of the Sea and Conqueror of the British Empire in Africa in General and Uganda in Particular, and Professor of Geography I am considering becoming a vegetarian, however upon a search at my local market the pickings looked a bit slim.
Dear Your Excellency President for Life, Field Marshall Al Hadji Doctor Idi Amin Dada, VC [‘Victorious Cross’], DSO, MC, Lord of All the Beasts of the Earth and Fishes of the Sea and Conqueror of the British Empire in Africa in General and Uganda in Particular, and Professor of Geography where can I find cuts that aren't so lean?
Did you know that Dr. Amin bowls 350 every single game? Just as Bill Clinton eagles every hole. Golf hole.
Do you have a wine recommendation?
And conundrum seems to so personify the existentialist difficulties of this life--do I steal this now, or not steal if, build trust, so I can steal tomorrow.
I've in a call to Obowma about this but he's too busy running down AmeriKKKa to return it.
Commissar TheocritusHere in Texas we say, "That gal's got an ass two ax-handles wide."
Here in Iowa, we would say "If she wanted to haul ass, she'd have to make two trips."