"I'll admit I may have seen better days,
but I'm still not to be had for the price of a cocktail,
like a salted
Lol, two of my best friends are married gay men, the kids have grown up not knowing any different. The only question they have ever asked is why they argue more lol x
How long before kissing is a routine male to male greeting? I fear it'll be a long time coming. Men still feel safer with the traditional handshake.
He aint seen nothing yet.
I was chased down the street in Rotterdam by a bunch of leather-boys when I was 17. I had never even heard of them, let alone seen them. I locked myself in the first hotel room I found, and didn't go back out until dawn.
Good friends kiss each other all the time here. No tongues; and just on the 'facial' cheeks.
OMG! A display of genuine affection between two caring humans! The horror of it all.
too bad it doesn't work this way because then everyone would be gay and problem solved!
It's stupid, John. I know this because I once had a friend, gay, male, who adored me. Despite the fact that I am female. One day I used the word 'preference'. I was put into the freezing kennel. It's not preference, it's orientation. SORRY. Can't an innocent be forgiven? I wasn't. Talk about anal. Took me ages to recover.Funny timing. Just I was loading your blog I looked through a whole load of paper cuttings, files I call "looking through the lens" (as in photography), cottoning onto a conversation I had with the Angel the other night. D&G. Dolce and Gabbana, Jewels. Now the Angel is as straight as a rod, though - when we run of of beds - does not shy away and never has of sharing mattress and his duvet with a male friend, indeed many of his many cousins. He took one look at what I had filed under "stylized" and said: "It's just a guy with his jeans down as low as possible." With that attitude I just hope that my son will never have reason to go to prison. Dear dog in heaven.U
The only couple I know who have been together nearly as long as my husband and I are his brother and his dearest. After 35 years they were finally able to marry last autumn. We were delighted for them.Thank you for visiting my blog today. I've been reading yours with great relish these past few months even though I've rarely, if ever, said anything. Perhaps that will change.
Made me laugh! I'm not an "air" kisser... I give hugs and I kiss... real kisses... to people I care about (and some 4 legged ones as well)... I like holding hands and I like seeing other folks hold hands. Nobody has every told me to get a room... there's affection... and then there's lust. I don't care who's with whom... expressions of love are precious.
Thirty-seven years ago my daughter and I were walking to somewhere, and two men were walking in the opposite direction. Holding hands and smiling at each other. They were brave, for that time period. I will never forget their smiles.
There isn't enough love in the world for us to declare any love (between consenting adults) off limits.
seriously people still don't talk like that do they?on another subject am cracking up watching goggle box, gosh it makes me laugh
I hope the day comes soon when PDA between 2 people that love each other is praised and not scorned. pucker up, john and chris!
Made me chuckle. When my son was 6, one of his sisters took him to the gay pride parade. All that afternoon he marched around the house chanting "We're queer. We're here. Get used to it!" Cheers,Mike
Ok,now this cracks me up!
I love this. I would have loved it more if the child told his mother she needed a better handbag, but I will take it. :)
If only, I had seen an example at that age, that explained what I felt,
When Sam was working on my golden tresses today, a woman in the beauty shop talked about accepting that her son was gay, which she had done. She told the story of a man she knew who was asked, If your son could be gay and a great guy or straight and in prison, which would you want him to be? The man actually chose prison.Love,Janie
As long as he chose prison for himself, I'm okay with it.
Nope, prison for his son. Ass hat father. I hope that poor son turned out okay, gay or not.
People are still ignorant. Good post.
She's so lucky, she'll have a son who advises her on accessories and listens to her moaning! ;-)
lived most of my life liveing next door to a gay couple so neaver thought anythink of it my dad used to get a bit fed up because they could not do simple diy he went up ladders clearing gutters mending windows etc for them so i grow up being able to do small jobs my self so i was influenced by the gay cou[ple next door
It's definitely a blind spot, (but one I am glad to have) that gayness doesn't matter to me any more than a person's taste in clothes or food, hobbies or work, it is just not an issue. But it's unpleasant and shocking to listen to rants about it or see prejudice.
In Istanbul (but not solely may I add), all men greet each other with a hug and a double cheek kiss. It's nice and I wish brits could shake off the old stiff upper lipness...me included. Although there are a couple of gay friends I hug rather than handshake.
When my children were babies my Mother used to get on to me for kissing them too much, in fact what she said was 'Stop kissing them so much, you'll turn them queer'!! Which I didn't, naturally. I have two very good buddies (I don't refer to them as 'gay', just as they don't refer to me as 'heterosexual', labels are for numpties) who have been my constants through some very harsh times and who my Mother holds in the absolute highest esteem - something I never thought would happen because of the way she had been conditioned to think way back when.
They're also the only folk who can get away with saying things to me like 'how long does it take your old,scraggy face to settle into itself in the morning because we need to leave for our daytrip really early'?..or 'you're not really going out dressed like that, are you'?
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