Wednesday 11 April 2012

Who would choose to be gay?


It's odd that in 51 blog posts to date, actually hardly any I have written actually relate to being gay - until recently.  I did write something on "Coming Out" which I hope may have helped a few people along the way and did have some kind feedback on it - but most other blogs have been on all manner of other things.

Anyone's sexuality is an inherently big part of their make up, but it's something you think about intensely as a teenager and then most people just come to accept where they are and who they are.  I certainly have since being there and have just got on with my life and all the various great, challenging and mundane things that are thrown up in the course of the years.

Sexuality in Focus

Then recently up pops the polarising rhetoric of the anti-equality lobby on the subject of same-sex marriage.  For the first time in years, perhaps decades, I'm faced with a group of people on Twitter expressing a whole range of delightful views such as this:



Homosexuality is an "intrinsic disorder" according to the above person's (Roman Catholic) faith and this is passed off not as belief, but as fact. She "knows" this to be the case.  Allegedly she's a liberal Catholic who is not at all homophobic, this comment is misconstrued by non-believers, and everyone is disordered so it's okay to say it.


Interestingly this link went to a blog that only contained one reason why same-sex would allegedly harm children, but let's not let facts get in the way.  From there one could at least access more homophobic drivel if one really wanted to.


And then we have this type of thing, which goes beyond merely offensive and into the realms of utter brain dead territory.  Yes, we all know that a same-sex couple is equal to a romantic and sexual relationship with an animal, or incest, thanks for this.

So There Are Twats Around

Yes there are.  What of it?  Of course I would not in my ordinary life be exposed to what I think are this range of ignorant and hateful views.  Twitter has many strengths but it also makes you realise there are a whole load of people out there you would rather not have in your consciousness.  Reading some of the timelines of such individuals makes you want to reach for the mind-bleach.  I just don't surround myself with people like this from day to day.

It is easy to dismiss them or mock them.  I do worry, however, what message they are sending out to (specifically young) people struggling with their sexualities, comparing their sexual make-up with wanting to screw an animal.  All the time they maintain they are not bigoted, they are not homophobic and they are in fact just upholding loving Christian values.  There are masses of Christians in this country, including Catholics, who would find their statements abhorrent, and once again it's dangerous but easy to see them as representative.  They are not.

Then I came across this blog.  Do please click on it and read it.  It's by the Chief Features editor of the Catholic Herald, Milo Yiannopolous, a gay 20-something man with over 10,000 followers on Twitter. The blog is full of self-loathing, a depiction of the gay world as "repugnant", "alienating", "self-destructing", "degrading" and contains the breathtaking line "it's wrong to expose an innocent child to the possibility of gay influence".  It compares having a gay child to wishing it were disabled.

You cannot but feel complete pity for Milo until you see his unnecessary dragging of Chris Bryant MP's picture from Grindr into matters, and his comment about "where would fat girls be without gay men" at the end. 

Milo contradicts himself in this and another blog about whether homosexuality is a choice or not; in one he says it is, in the other he says no-one would choose it.  I can only talk of my own experience and belief here, but I know that homosexuality for me is as natural as being right or left handed.  Whatever the societal pressures that make us more or less likely to act upon it (if you face the death-penalty, you're more likely to lead a life of misery denying yourself in a straight relationship etc) - it is simply how you are.

The Flip Side: this is Important

However, all of this "debate" in the context of the same-sex marriage debate has made me acutely aware that I am gay, and for some people this is a key defining element of a person's identity - to the extent that they would seek to deny me civic rights on the basis of it.  I also thought about the question, would I, at 40 years old, having been through my life to date, actually choose to be gay if I had had the choice?  The answer is a resounding yes.

Going through the process of realising I was "different" to our heteronormative world caused me to reflect, challenge myself, gain self-confidence and grow as a person.  This was huge to me: I don't believe life is about just material comfort or success: it is for me a process of learning, of growing, of developing.  Being a gay teen in the 80s in a suburban bungalow certainly gave me this opportunity.  It gives you a very personal understanding of what it means not to be in a majority group, which (one would hope) leads to greater tolerance and understanding of others.  I think it did me in any case.

I have been able to create a life for myself without the parametres of the expectation I would marry and have children.  Of course straight people can do this too, but they are often looked at with some amount of bewilderment and/or condescension by their peers if they hit 40 and have not reproduced.  As a gay man I have far more freedom and can much more do what I like with my life: I left a career in the City because I felt like it, moved to the countryside on pretty much a whim, have the freedom to travel and do much more as I please.  I've lived in 11 countries and travelled to 63.  I live for travel.  I have created a wonderful set of living circumstances and can suit myself.  I don't have a partner to support, kids at school, or a whole set of other responsibilities.  If I decided I really wanted to move to Munich next month, I could arrange it.  I take young Americans on educational tours of Europe for fun: how could I possibly be doing this if I had a family?  It is such a valuable job that literally can change young people's lives and I adore it.  I'd always wanted to be a teacher and this gives a way of expressing this.

[I should not that of course I could equally have decided to have kids: many gay people do, but I was simply freed from the automatic expectation that I would do so, and if I did not, there was something "wrong" with me.]

Am I selfish?  Yes, we are selfish creatures to a major extent.  My left of centre views on social justice and opportunity are to a large extent based on selfishness: I think that I benefit very much from living in a society where people are educated, cared for and valued, both in direct and indirect ways.  I'd also argue having children can be an incredibly selfish act: but even if it is, so what?  If it makes you happy and gives you a sense of worth, great, do it.  Just don't think that if people don't they're any less happy than you are by definition.

Have I experienced discrimination or bullying for being gay?  In a word, no.  I may be lucky (there are still plenty of instances of homophobic aggression, abuse and attacks in this country today) - but having some idiot shouting something once to me from afar in Surrey Quays in 1997 is the only example I can think of.  A partner at my law firm also said something behind my back once about queers, I went and saw him, we discussed it, he apologised and that was that.  I've had far more sneeriness about being half-German or vegetarian than being gay, and that I can very easily laugh off.

I do not see myself in Milo's description of the "gay world".  There is no denying that are elements of urban gay life that centre on drug taking and self-destructive behaviour.  I lived in Central London for six years and my entire exposure to drugs would actually make you giggle.  On the other hand I know of lots of (straight) lawyers who can't live without their regular hit of Colombian Marching Powder.  Sure, I went out, got drunk, had a lot of great nights out - but that was a phase I went through after a five year relationship and I've zero regrets about it.  I now live in rural Suffolk in a beautiful 550 year old cottage and the extent of my day to day social life is watching a Wonder Woman DVD cuddling the dog.  I *love* it.  The "gay world" encompasses as many aspects as the "straight world" does.  There are gay people living up and down the country, some single, many in relationships, who do not in any way fit in with the negative depiction that inhabits his head.

My Beautiful Little Home

Critically, the depiction of gay people leading "sad, lonely" lives is so far from my experience.  My life is full of love.  I have a set of friends whom I consider as family, my real family who adore me, and so much contact with people I sometimes really just love the thought of being on my own in quiet.  Even then, I spend most of my time on Twitter with more people I really like.  Every time I go down to London I actually get a bit stressed trying to fit in all the wonderful people I care about and want to see.  I am single and very happy being so: I go on dates when I fancy it and am lucky enough to still be able to flirt and get the attention of the type of guys I fancy.  Dating can be ace: the excitement, the fun, the expectation.  How many straight people of my age miss this?  I bet quite a few.  If someone significant comes along, wonderful - if he doesn't, wonderful.  Life is what we make it, and I'm certainly not sad and lonely for being a single 40 year old gay man.

Summary

In a strange way I'd therefore like to thank the motley little crew on Twitter who are so intent on discriminating against gay people by seeking to deny them marriage equality based on their faith.  They have made me realise that 20 years after coming out I have created a life I'm incredibly happy with, I'm quite proud of, and that the poisonous description of gay life that Milo has created in his head is a million miles from me.  You can't choose your sexuality, but you can choose your religious beliefs.  My question is actually why on earth anyone would choose this version of his faith if the result is the self-hatred he appears to display.  I wouldn't.

If you are young and gay, celebrate and embrace it.  The world is your oyster.  There are many things in this world worse than being a lesbian or a gay man in Britain in 2012.  It actually has many, many upsides.  Happiness comes from within and there is no reason you can't be absolutely happy, fulfilled and have a wonderful life if you happen to be attracted to people of the same sex.  If I were 14 again and *had* the choice, I would choose this path again.

Monday 9 April 2012

LOL!!!

These three little letters seem to evoke quite a reaction at times, so I thought I'd explore this a bit with some observations on their use on Twitter and the Internet.

What does it MEAN?

The first thing to note is the meaning of "lol" seemed to be vying between two camps for some time.  It is now most definitely settled as an abbreviation for "laugh out loud".  Its rival, "lots of love" now seems reserved for those who use the Internet and "text speak" less...

I'm sure we've all heard the urban legend of the mother who texts her son to say something along the lines of "Your Grandmother just died, lol Mum".  A quick search reveals about 2,746,728 people trying to pass this off as original and actually having happened to them.  It smacks of being just a *tad* fabricated and I rather prefer this little spin on the original:


However, just in case anyone born before or around 1872 is reading this blog, PLEASE NEVER USE LOL TO MEAN LOTS OF LOVE.  That includes you, Mutti.

Is it VACUOUS?

Language purists hate "lol".  They say it's vacuous, it's sloppy and if we are to believe the Daily Mail [warning, clicking the link will quite possibly give you cancer] it is even putting the future of English at risk! On the one hand, clearly if the likes of the Daily Mail hate it, this is a darn fine reason to use it at every opportunity. Lol.

What I think people are missing here though is that "lol" can indeed be vacuous, but as with all language it depends on context and usage.  My perception is that when someone shoves "lol" at the end of a sentence of their own to signify that it is supposed to be funny, that often does make them look quite vapid.  It is particularly bad if the sentence is inherently really not funny.  An example I have seen on a dating site went something like this:

I'm looking for a guy who is intelligent and nice lol

Erm, yeah, what is possibly funny about that, other than the fact you come across as being about as bright as Brunswick (below), who could quite easily get a part time job as one of those nodding dogs in a car?  The usage actually evokes the entirely separate word "lolling" in the sense of hanging or drooping, a little how I imagine the mouth of the user.

I *AM* bright, honest, lol.

So when is it OKAY?

Well I personally think the use of "lol" as a signifier of amusement in relation to something said by someone else it is absolutely fine.. and in fact perhaps indispensable.  It is really a modern day signifier of a little grin or a chuckle.  Of course no one is actually laughing out loud: "lol" has suffered from over-use inflation and we need to use a much stronger term for that.  It is just a way of saying I found what you said funny, or this made me smile.

Part of the problem is that we don't have an emoticon for a laugh.  We do have a whole range available to us, but as yet, I have yet to see one that signifies a person laughing.  It's difficult to imagine how one would look.

:)  Smile
:(  Sad face
:/ 
Grimace
:D  Big grin
:o  Astonishment
:o))  Jaw dropping
:p  Stick out tongue
o_O  Staring at someone
 \o/  Huzzah (arms up in the air)


I love the \o/ emoticon and do it real life regularly
However, there just isn't a laughing emoticon.  Therefore we have to use something.  LOL-Haters don't seem to object to "haha" or "hehe" or "teehee" - I really don't understand why they are any more or less acceptable than "lol" to be honest.  Personally I would say a lower case "lol" on its own, just with nothing else can still appear as vacuous in a response - I'd say that adding something with it lessens this, e.g

I poured orange juice on my cornflakes this morning

Response A) "lol"
Response B) "lol - you big twit!"

I am not sure why, but the second just has a bit more weight about it and is less likely to be seen as an utterance of Brunswick.

Degrees of LOL

If "lol" doesn't actually mean you are laughing out loud, how can you signify that you found something really funny and approached this level of amusement, beyond the stage of a mere smile or a chuckle?  Well of course there are other splendid abbreviations at our disposal, mainly invented by 13 year olds and adopted with great enthusiasm by the likes of me.  A vague hierarchy is, I would suggest, something like this:

lol  a smile or chuckle
LOL stronger and verging on a vocalised chuckle (Of course the use of capitals indicates an emphasised version of any of the below)
pmsl  "piss myself laughing" (highly unlikely to be literal, fear not)
rofl  "roll on floor laughing" (again, permit us some hyperbole, please)
lmao  "laugh my arse off" (contact A&E if this happens in real life)
lmfao "laugh my f*cking arse off"  (the mind boggles: will there be baby arses?)
lmfaooooo reserved soley for the use of @SteMcCormick (no, I don't know what it means either, but he seems to like it)
lolololololooooo you may add as many letters as you like to signify your amusement: it's just added emphasis
Bahahahahaahaa (or a variant): gays seem to use rather this a lot. It first struck me as being quite sheep-like. I have therefore now (appropriately) adopted its usage myself.

There is - as you see - a whole wonderful/ murderous (delete as appropriate) range of ways of expressing your amusement.  "Actual LOL" also remains however probably the best way of saying you did what "lol" is supposed to signify.


Does any of this matter?

Of course it bloody doesn't.  If you don't like "lol", don't use it: simples.  If you do, lol away.  If it offends your sensibilities, however, you may well be disappointed with people on Twitter.  I have previously blogged on the playfulness of the language used in tweets.  Twitter is, like it or not, in large part informal, fun and a place where many people let their hair down.  Language changes, evolves, and the reality is that "lol" seems here to stay.  If you want to judge me for using it, feel free.  I'll just lol back.  I won't be using "lol" in a work letter, but then the beauty of language is the fact that we employ different vocabulary, rules and styles when we communicate in different contexts.

Oh and one final thing by the way, the OED has now officially accepted its usage. So there!! \o/


















Saturday 7 April 2012

Gym- A Malaysian neccessity

Living in Malaysia makes the gym a real neccessity because theres JUST TOO MUCH good food in this country. Even if you do not cook at home, you can easily find good, glorious, delicious food almost everywhere. Some good food are cheap too. I, for one, have scrumptious meals daily at home and outside. Too scrumptious to rejected lol. Hard to resist the food cooked by chefs in my family ;)

Therefore, a gym really comes in handy. Eventhough there are times when gym feels like torture camp or I just dont have the time to gym daily, at least i know i do gym and it wont allow me to be a fatty fatty fatty person who gobbles food like a glutton and does not gym at all.

Building a discipline to follow a scheduled gym routine is not easy. I just want to cheat sometimes. Sleep on the gym chair also can :p

Friday 6 April 2012

Fatty

Food which are fattening but when you look at the picture, it is simply irresistable and makes our salivary glands 'meleleh air liur'.

Pic 2: Butter crayfish at SiFu restaurant , Cheras Mahkota.

Pic 1: curry chicken, PanDi, pj

Just a minute ago I read:
THOSE who think they have no time for healthy eating, WILL sooner or later have to find time for illness

That surely is a slap to the face!

Thursday 5 April 2012

Obrien's thursday

Thursday's special at Obrien's was a caesar salad and a cup of either irish cream coffee or hot latte.

One of the best caesar salads i have tasted. I love croutons and there were plenty of it served. The salad portion was huge too.

In addition to that, tf and i had the triple decker sandwich. Glorious sandwich, i must say. I'd rather have OBriens than Subway. I was sochungry that I managed to finish most of the triple decker and left a tiny slice for tf.

Tf wanted a pie

Wednesday 4 April 2012

Stroll

Some shots from a recent Saturday walk around the neighborhood...

I don't usually share more than one or two, maybe three, pictures per post, which has helped me to really have to choose images that resonate with me, or that prompt some writing. So this post is out of character. I'm actually working on creating ebooks for download with walking tours of our world here, with short descriptions of the scenes I run across. This is a very basic sampling of that concept:

This charming girl was sitting on Klapparstígur with a sign that reads, "I am a French woman," in not-so-grammatically-correct Icelandic. The two men are local down-and-outers. I have no idea what her purpose was, but she was having fun.
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I'd seen this tourist down on Austurstræti with her friend/companion. Here she's taking a rest on the way up Bankastræti, with the Government House in the background.

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Up the hill, at the intersection of Skólavörðurstígur and Laugavegur, a wacky girl band was collecting money for the Red Cross, which made everyone smile.

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Even though I love getting shots of color and life here in the city, I'm also fascinated by dereliction and decay, especially when examples can be found right close classic tourism areas. I knew the family that lived in this house on Baldursgata, just off Skólavörðurstígur, in the early 90's and it's sad to see how dismal it has become. The graffiti reads, "Correct me," while the shockingly large asp that's growing from the crack between the foundation and sidewalk is both a testament to neglect and to Nature's tenacious will to thrive.

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Just a bit farther down Baldursgata is another house in a very sorry state. It burned in November, 2008, just after the bank collapse, which gave it the suspicious smack of arson, especially given its recent history. A sad sight, for sure.
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The interesting thing about this location is that it clearly shows how decay doesn't have to mean ugly. I've passed by this backyard shed on Kárastígur (where our favorite hostel, Our House, is located) a hundred times and have always loved the remote Eastern European feel of this scene.

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After all this walking I needed some nourishment, so I stopped by the Noodle Station and got to listen to the romance victories and woes of these American (Canadian?) girls at the next table. We love Noodle Station!

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After eats, I spotted an acquaintance of mine who looked so retro-metropolitan cute that I had to ask her to pose for me.

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And finally, to wrap up this post with another splash of red corrugated iron, is this shot of a classic wood-frame house peeking over the fence of a very weathered home on Frakkastígur, which I'm sure many of you have passed on your travels through town : )

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Monday 2 April 2012

Sweet life

"If you cannot be a pencil to write anyone's happiness, then you should at least be a nice rubber to erase someone's sadness"

"In the first year of marriage, the husband speaks and the wife listens. In the second year of marriage, the wife speaks and the husband listens. In the third year, they both speak and the neighbours listen"

"You never know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have"