The Oranges Are Still Not The Only Fruit Post.

Barbados is the most easterly of the Caribbean islands, and it's often referred to by a lot of the locals as "Little England." Said locals apparently have a Daily Mail mentality based on the two main newspapers, the Barbados Advocate and the Nation. The latter's running a three-part series about that evil activity, same-sex feelings between girls. 

The second part, about how the subject of the story "reformed" through the Church, is here. Now I do not believe that same-sex love = irredeemably wicked, so this is sad to read (especially given the first article in the series, which you can find on the site - I can't bring myself to link to it); my distaste for this piece is really brought out by a lot of the comments below. It seems that a lot of people haven't noticed that it's not the 19th century any longer - true, you get homophobia all over the planet, but in a country that likes to trumpet itself as being a developed place it's like "WTF?"

If Nicole Hinkson (that's her name) is happy the way she is, then good for her. But you have to feel for those lesbians (and gay men, let us not forget) who still have to hide.

For fuck's sake, grow up.

You heard me, Agnes.

One of those names that irks me for some reason. Along with Neil (and any spelling variation thereof), Nell (and any spelling variation thereof), Denise, Gretchen, Ian, Irene, Esther (apologies to Miss Baxter), Hermione, Harriet, Olive, Owen...



I don't know why.

Three things I have to get off my chest. Now.

Thing Number One: I may (and do) lie in real life, but I never lie on this blog.

Thing Number Two: I have a problem with crossdressers. Riding on the N5 to Camden Town last week I was on the top deck with a tattooed, rather unattractive crossdresser. It wasn't the first time I'd seen him either, and it made me uncomfortable - such things often do. True, he was minding his own business and I was minding mine (it wasn't like he was making a scene like some genuine jerks have on the buses), and if he's fine like that then good; but I just have difficulty warming to that particular choice. That's likely to be one reason why I never really liked Boy George (admittedly "The War Song" and his colossal bitchiness are ultimately bigger factors), and why I've always been left cold by men dressing as women for laughs (with all due respect to Lily Savage). Lifestyle choice it may be, but part of it is a bit like men horning in on something that's still primarily female territory - namely, their gender; transgenders in one direction or the other are an entirely different thing. Irrational prejudice? Yeah. And I'm not proud of it. Mind you, like I said the guy was tattooed and unattractive. Maybe if he was goodlooking it would be another story.

Thing Number Three: I don't know where Jen's gone, but I miss her. A lot.