Showing posts with label Sex. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sex. Show all posts
7 May 2011
Male lesbians
Some of the most testosterone-laden, fuck-a-rockpile-in-case-there's-a snake-underneath, hard-core fighting men I've known have been homosexual. "Butch" does not even begin to describe them.
Likewise I've known a number of "Fems", some as exaggerated in their femininity as the big-balls-that-clang brigade are in their masculinity; but in their way even braver, given that it is such as they who are victimised.
Which is why I resist the vernacular temptation to equate homosexuality with either moral or physical cowardice. I'm bored with their clamour for special privileges, but they are hardly unique in that. Minorities have been - very profitably - playing the victim card for most of my lifetime.
Given that "effeminate" is to some degree contaminated by the historic association with cowardice (ludicrous on its face, given the courage required to bear children - if men had to do it, the species would die out), we need to adopt a new term to describe the sort of bitchy semi-men that give the BBC its distinctive tone.
The recent sexual history of the snerge Chris Huhne, about whom we are soon to learn further details in his ex-wife's memoirs, provides a candidate. Readers may recall that he left his wife for an aide who was herself in civil union with another woman. I have a suspicion that it was her "butch" characteristics that attracted Huhne, which would make him a male lesbian, a glorified dildo.
Seems about right. There's a lot of them around.
13 March 2011
Burlesqueyoni
It is incumbent on one whose blog-name is "Stravagantisimo" to express the strongest possible approval of the Italian prime minister, but even if it were not I would defend him against the sneers of the mutual masturbators of the mainstream media.
Today's pics of yet another gorgeous young woman from his informal harem, along with yet more po-faced commentary about how undignified it all is (c'mon, guys - this is Italy, for heaven's sake!), just makes my heart warm to him even more.
Could someone please tell me what is remotely newsworthy about beautiful young women cosying up to a rich and generous old party animal? He's spending his own money, so what the hell if he is setting world records for the consumption of Viagra?
Politics is show business for ugly and talentless people - but even they manage, somehow, to draw groupies. Looking at most politicians, it's pretty obvious that most chose the career because it's the only way such as they might be able to get laid.
Most parliaments run intern systems to provide a steady flow of nubile young women (mainly young men at the Palace of Westminster) who accommodate the sexually inadequate members (sic) in return for introductions and advancement. And the members (sic) do that with our money.
Today's pics of yet another gorgeous young woman from his informal harem, along with yet more po-faced commentary about how undignified it all is (c'mon, guys - this is Italy, for heaven's sake!), just makes my heart warm to him even more.
Could someone please tell me what is remotely newsworthy about beautiful young women cosying up to a rich and generous old party animal? He's spending his own money, so what the hell if he is setting world records for the consumption of Viagra?
Politics is show business for ugly and talentless people - but even they manage, somehow, to draw groupies. Looking at most politicians, it's pretty obvious that most chose the career because it's the only way such as they might be able to get laid.
Most parliaments run intern systems to provide a steady flow of nubile young women (mainly young men at the Palace of Westminster) who accommodate the sexually inadequate members (sic) in return for introductions and advancement. And the members (sic) do that with our money.
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