I was asked recently if I believed people were gay by choice or by birth.
Now I know a whole bunch of gay people, but it's the first time anyone's ever asked me that. Equally remarkable to me is that I've never thought about the difference.
And I still haven't.
I answered immediately, almost instinctively, that the difference doesn't matter.
Take talent for instance.
When we say someone is talented, we mean they are gifted - from birth - with an exceptional mastery of something. Music. Math. Drawing. Writing.
But since no gene has been found for talent, we look to the environment. Good schools, a dad who sang in the shower, crayons always at hand, and so on.
I believe people say talent is a gift when they want to feel special. After all, if you can take voice lessons or attend a writing workshop and still match someone genuinely 'talented', then being talented isn't a unique quality.
I think people who believe being gay is a product of say, not having your dad hug you enough, subconsciously want it to be a reversible, preventable thing. For similar reasons, when they find it can't be changed, they say it's something you're born with. And in the end, that's the chief motivation for the distinction.
I say we are our own tipping point.
I say we are our own x-factor.
I think people harp too much on how people start out instead of how they are now.
If you decided to take up a photography course and people liked your pictures, is it your training or is it a gift? Isn't choosing to be really good the same as being talented?
A buddy of mine once said "I might be the world's greatest fighter pilot. But I ain't never gonna know. Cos I'm not interested in flying."
Sunday, January 16, 2005
Sunday, January 09, 2005
Freud was right.
- Tree
- Beach
- Hamster
- On
- Off
- Sister
- Sword
- Smoke
- Fire
- Soil
- Wave
- Scale
- Bus
- Taxi
- Pocahontas
- Earn
- Down
- Brown
- Leather
- Button
All these words appear in a single issue of Time magazine.
At about 3am, unable to sleep, I keyed them into Limewire (for the uninitiated, it's a file-sharing program which you can download, well, anything).
The only words that didn't return a slew of porno files were 'Scale' and 'Brown.'
This worries me.
Thursday, January 06, 2005
Follow the instructions. But be prepared to improvise.
This was originally a reply to Jay who asked about my piss-on-a-stick-am-I-knocked-up-or-what experience.
It was so long, I decided to make it an entry.
Dear Jay
The correct way is - shockingly - described on the pack of the pregnancy test strip. The strips actually fairly long so you get to stain the chemically-treated end with your tinkle. If your piss has gonadotrophins (which signal the onset of pregnancy), then you might be pregnant.
That last bit is important, cos that's what I used.
'Might be.'
(I had to soften the blow. The bitch was in hysterics).
My friend met a guy at a party, and after going out with him for about 15 minutes decided that he was worth a jump. Or five.
Cut to me the next day getting a call from what seemed to be a goose getting strangled. I get into my car, drive over and discover that my friend quite literally, doesn't want to have Colin's baby (he looked like a Colin).
I go buy a pregnancy kit, looking for all the world like the bastard who knocked her up (pharmacists can be really smug and judgemental) and drive back to her apartment.
I tell her how to do it.
She tells me she can't.
I describe - verbatim - the instructions.
She tells me she can't.
I offer to show her and start un-buckling my jeans.
She becomes an expert.
Long story short, she's not pregnant.
I told her unless she's got an allergy to latex, she might want to try condoms.
I offer to show her how those work too.
She laughs, hugs me and tells me I'm sweet and funny.
I felt like crying.
If I weren't so chickenshit, I'dve slashed my wrists to end the pain.
It was so long, I decided to make it an entry.
Dear Jay
The correct way is - shockingly - described on the pack of the pregnancy test strip. The strips actually fairly long so you get to stain the chemically-treated end with your tinkle. If your piss has gonadotrophins (which signal the onset of pregnancy), then you might be pregnant.
That last bit is important, cos that's what I used.
'Might be.'
(I had to soften the blow. The bitch was in hysterics).
My friend met a guy at a party, and after going out with him for about 15 minutes decided that he was worth a jump. Or five.
Cut to me the next day getting a call from what seemed to be a goose getting strangled. I get into my car, drive over and discover that my friend quite literally, doesn't want to have Colin's baby (he looked like a Colin).
I go buy a pregnancy kit, looking for all the world like the bastard who knocked her up (pharmacists can be really smug and judgemental) and drive back to her apartment.
I tell her how to do it.
She tells me she can't.
I describe - verbatim - the instructions.
She tells me she can't.
I offer to show her and start un-buckling my jeans.
She becomes an expert.
Long story short, she's not pregnant.
I told her unless she's got an allergy to latex, she might want to try condoms.
I offer to show her how those work too.
She laughs, hugs me and tells me I'm sweet and funny.
I felt like crying.
If I weren't so chickenshit, I'dve slashed my wrists to end the pain.
Monday, January 03, 2005
Things that shouldn't happen. But do.
- Traffic lights going on the blink.
- Sex with goats.
- People making home porn videos.
- People stealing your home-made porn video.
- People complaining about their home-made porn being stolen.
- Fast food companies using disclaimers with their professionally styled and shot products that say 'For illustration purposes only.'
- People saying "Till death do us part" and then signing a pre-nup the size of a telephone book.
- Catwoman the movie.
- Santa Claus being constantly depicted as a decrepit old white dude. North Pole. Eskimos. Bjork. Hullo?
- Battery-operated vaginas.
- Parents burying their children.
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