The title comes from a real life experience as told to me by Aussie fringe actor John Samaha maybe 20 years ago.
What with same sex marriage being on everyone's er...lips, I had to have my say. You see, I've worked in the media for most of my life and have known rather a lot of gay people - men & women - and I can't understand what all the big deal is about:
But really, who cares?
What with same sex marriage being on everyone's er...lips, I had to have my say. You see, I've worked in the media for most of my life and have known rather a lot of gay people - men & women - and I can't understand what all the big deal is about:
Marriage: Two people commit to each other to control, manipulate and mangle each other's belief in the possibility of Happiness. Yeah, yeah, yeah, go for it, it's your constitutional right.
But really, who cares?
We all know that the cute, glamorous, horny lesbians that we see in TV & movies (obviously just needing to have my rampant manhood prise them apart) have little to do with what the real lesbians couples look like.
In Newtown, Sydney's lesbian stronghold, 50% of couples tend to consist of a plain, stringy butch dyke with "a head on her like a half-sucked mango" as Australia's former cultural ambassador to the U.S.A., Sir Les Patterson, was known to say, who has a rotund "lady" rolling along at her side.
The other 50% seems to be a curious mish-mash of pale, emotionally bruised students, twenty-something, tortured Arts graduates and tubby , smiling remnants from radical feminism of the 1970s and 1980s.
Who would deny them happiness?
As for the blokes, Oxford Street (our poof epicentre) would have you believe they're all young, handsome and muscled (except for the Thai Nancy boys). A significant number are - but beyond the glitz...
...the culture is so vapid that it, too, is an embarrassment. But beyond the glitz our poofs are as dull as the rest of us - pretty normal except that they (to a man, in my experience) do have that girlie-campish wiggle & pout that squirms out every once in a while.
Who would deny THEM happiness?
For God's sake, leave them alone. Let them "marry". Who bloody well cares?
Frankly, if I was global dictator (the time is nigh!) I would trade legal recognition of their "marriage" for a higher tax rate on childless people / couples any day, as those folks tend to be able to accumulate wealth far more quickly than the rest of the population, who they then frequently look down their collective noses at.
Yes, tax childless people/couples more and much of the snobbery that's in this world will disappear.
Now, that would be progress.
In Newtown, Sydney's lesbian stronghold, 50% of couples tend to consist of a plain, stringy butch dyke with "a head on her like a half-sucked mango" as Australia's former cultural ambassador to the U.S.A., Sir Les Patterson, was known to say, who has a rotund "lady" rolling along at her side.
The other 50% seems to be a curious mish-mash of pale, emotionally bruised students, twenty-something, tortured Arts graduates and tubby , smiling remnants from radical feminism of the 1970s and 1980s.
Who would deny them happiness?
As for the blokes, Oxford Street (our poof epicentre) would have you believe they're all young, handsome and muscled (except for the Thai Nancy boys). A significant number are - but beyond the glitz...
I remember being told about the 2000 Mardi Gras party (the biggest gay celebration in the world). Apparently a dance troupe had been entertaining at the apres-parade dance party. Part of the act was to squat and impale themselves on traffic witches hats. "Oh, it was a bit boring - everyone's seen that before!" I was told. "No they haven't!" I thought to myself.
...the culture is so vapid that it, too, is an embarrassment. But beyond the glitz our poofs are as dull as the rest of us - pretty normal except that they (to a man, in my experience) do have that girlie-campish wiggle & pout that squirms out every once in a while.
Who would deny THEM happiness?
For God's sake, leave them alone. Let them "marry". Who bloody well cares?
Frankly, if I was global dictator (the time is nigh!) I would trade legal recognition of their "marriage" for a higher tax rate on childless people / couples any day, as those folks tend to be able to accumulate wealth far more quickly than the rest of the population, who they then frequently look down their collective noses at.
Yes, tax childless people/couples more and much of the snobbery that's in this world will disappear.
Now, that would be progress.
