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May 31, 2007
The heterophobic highway sucks
How prescient of Peter Tatchell to get his noble nose bloodied a few days ago, for i wrote of his valient efforts in a local magazine............
I cannot begin to imagine the pain Quentin Crisp endured as an overtly dressed and made up Homosexual, much less anonymous queer's (society's words, not mine) of the past.
Quite rightly, the strong lobbying of the likes of Peter Tatchell et al, has hopefully eradicated the heinous crime ofhate where sexual orientation/discrimination is concerned.
But what about me???
I’m free (well actually, rather expensive), White, STRAIGHT, and over 21.
So what’s the problem?
In the past I have been one tearful phone call and one crime reference number away from galvanising the Anti- Victimisation Squad.
I once sustained a campaign of hate from a disturbing, vile, Gay man (known to my Gay mates in Kemptown), who decided to make my life hell by calling me, within spitting distance of my face, a fucking bitch and other insults, every time he saw me in my manor.
He continued screaming the mantra while passing (several times) by my home, so I took action and sought advice.
He was a stranger, but he decided that I was going to cop all of his pain, hate and ignorance.
It was most distressing.
Thank goodness he (seems to have) moved away and now the simple act of shopping or strolling locally is not so fraught with anxiety and fear.
I understand that Gay Bashing can be verbal too, just a more covert and insidious version.
However, over the years I have encountered one bitchy barb too many from the lovers that dare not speak their name, and finally it is beginning to rankle my normally calm countenance.
Mutton dressed as Lamb is a stock favourite, or Get HER, sailing like a Galleon up the street is another.
The current favourite is: Here comes the devil wears Prada.
Naturally these loud mouthed Muppets play to a gallery of their chums so that my perceived humiliation is complete.
It is SO unnecessary.
Talk about running the Gauntlet.
Geographically, I cannot escape these taunts, and I'm buggered if I am going to walk half way to Whitehawk and back, just to reach home.
I recently researched (for a well known Author) the history of Gay sex in Brighton, back to when it was a Naval base (full of dispersed seamen!!)
The powerful lobby/voice that the LGBT community enjoys has arrived at the cost of many years of work, ingenuity and bravery on the part of so many wonderful people who railed against the injustices of a bigoted world.
With great power, comes great responsibility and it is being squandered by a few idiots who now seem to want to turn my neighbourhood into a Gay STATE.
It behoves the recipients of a hard fought for freedom to bloody well behave!
Even my punters have recounted having a pre Letitcia beer (to calm the nerves) to be informed by interested Homosexuals that they should not ‘tease the Gay community if they had no intention of cruising’!!!!! (True accounts I swear)
The incident that has brought my displeasure finally spilling onto these pages is as follows:
I walked to my local chippie : The Daily Catch , and Mr Obnoxious Smart Arse Homo in the counter queue, went into overdrive.
Lookin’ for some WET FISH LUV? he drawled sarcastically
I ignored him
THEY’VE GOT SOME LOVELY FISHY CAKES, he continued.
The Asian server looked embarrassed but he too, had his own cross idiot to bear.
Salt and Vinegar? he asked Mr Smart Arse.
Sore finger, Sore finger…Nah I don’t have a bleedin’ sore finger, he leered.
It was unspeakably cruel..
Xenophobia and Heterophobia with a Misogynistic flavour thrown in.
Uttering profanities was next on his list of things to do.
Please desist with your swear words, I asked.
He sneered
I continued with my order: One large Cod please.
I knew full well that this would garner a delighted response from my new found Bully.
He looked me up and down and said: Yeah, that IS one large Cod, and cleverly laughed at his own comment.
Since I refused to react he said: You don’t look too bad though----considering your age Luv
Mr Gay Bully Boy then changed tack and talked to his boyfriend.
These ****ing people coming to MY ****ing town----this is MY TOWN.
The subtext was: We have the vote, we have the power, we have a Gay: Village, Enclave, Tribe, Reservation ----so fuck off and leave us to our totalitarian Gay State.
He left, and my Asian server commiserated
regarding the bad fortune to cop a verbal beasting.
Hot tears of indignation (I'm VERY sensitive) stung my eyes. I didn't deserve THIS!!!!
Also, my ego and self absorbsion does NOT extend to the thinking it is just for ME ME ME.
The problem is, this is NOT an isolated incidence and I feel sad for the short memories of the Gay men (and some women) who enjoy the freedom to say it loud and proud.
Nowhere in the manifesto does it state that you can proceed to act like a prize class rectum.
I overlook Gay men pretending to vomit when I mention the ‘front botty’, lady garden or bearded clam------ but (as my good (Gay) friend Horn Dawg pointed out), that is as insulting as me gurning when they mention butt munching, Ampallangs and sling room fisting.
With no pun intended, they cannot have it both ways.
I dislike the word tolerance, I take people as I find them.
I do not divide them into us and them, Gay or Straight----I just like NICE people, no matter the sexual orientation or gender.
I do not care what people do as long as they: don’t frighten the horses.
Their predilection for Al Fresco nookie? No worries!! The subterfuge of toilet glory holes? Ditto!!
I just would deem it a gift of providence to be left out of the vicious badinage which I seem to incur on a regular basis.
It is great that the Gay Voice is heard, but not when it shouts invective in an intolerant manner.
The thing is: IT IS NOT EVEN FUNNY!!!!
If I want abuse from a Gay Man, of my own volition, I visit my mate: Vitriol and Violets
More like the Devil wears PRIMARK, he suggested when I told him of my Prossie plight.
Now THAT'S funny.
So, you Ding Bats, either desist or get funnier!!!!
If I hear one more: You fat Cunt, my rejoinder will have to be: At least I have manners
MANNERS MAKETH MAN, not a hard fought for act of parliament.
The last word?
Listen very carefully for I will say this only once.
I WILL NOT WEAR YOUR PAIN!!!!!!!!!!!
Posted by Letitcia at 05:29 PM | Comments (0)
May 20, 2007
Freedom is an illusion
Do as we say and not as we do.....yep, that's the British Government for you.......
It is the disgraceful Bill to exempt M.P's from the Freedom of information act that has gotten my french lace in a twist.
They lie, cheat, steal...and then expect to pronounce on high as to how we should live our (surveillance filled) lives......i am spitting (and not swallowing) goose feathers.
I never met a politician i admired (no elaboration necessary)...and only a few have had the nous and the balls to stand up and be counted for sometimes unpopular decisions.
I liked Maggie and her 'this lady's not for turning', she obviously never worked in a brothel before, where the ability to perfect the 'helicopter manouvre' without the use of hands was worth an extra $100 a night to the paying public.
I love the way that the PM of Australia laughs in the face of idiots who dangle their kids over the side of asylum seeking boats (with threats to kill unless allowed to enter) and tells them to seek life elsewhere...he continues with his bullish stance, by being one of the only Prime Ministers who has said: 'OI'...NO...WE ARE NOT SEND ING OUR CRICKETERS TO YOUR CORRUPT COUNTRY' to that thug Mugabe.
John Howard...you are a freaking GOD!!!
I am now thinking of relocating up the road to Lewes, where an MP has called the Bill: 'self serving and smug'
Norman Baker, i am personally going to give you a big kiss!!!
Just to cap the nonsense of virtual felons who pronounce on high to us non elected mortals...i love the way that they they flout the rule of 0870 numbers and continue to rake in millions ripping off us plebs when ringing governmental agencies, when they were told to desist TWO PIGGING YEARS AGO!!!!
Lke that poet Kris Kristoffererson sang;
FREEDOM'S JUST ANOTHER WORD FOR NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE
I had it pointed out to me, by a Tax Judge, that there has never been an Erotic Service Provider in the Houses of Parliament, though God knows, enough of the dishonourable members have availed themselves to the services.
I feel a career change coming on.........
Posted by Letitcia at 03:54 PM | Comments (1)