TOO.SH

Relationships

17th May, 2007

London is PROMISCUOUS!

London is a promiscuous city. But, first of all, I must say London itself is completely innocent. Just in the same way as small cities are blamed for being boring when in fact its people have nothing better to do, it would be impossible for any londoner not to become promiscuous, and I want to extend the meaning of promiscuity from 'sexual' to 'social'. In London (at least those of us who were born somewhere else), nothing lasts for too long. That very nice girl at the chocolate shop that you go to once a week, will suddenly disappear, without leaving a trace of her welcoming smile behind. There is this very, very, very good coffee ice cream that I found at Tesco's one day. Even though I don't like taking things for granted, or converting them in a type of 'everyday thing' (which makes things invisible to the human eye) I couldn't resist enjoying a scoop or two of these ice cream every night, because it was absolutely amazing. One day, I couldn't find it at Tesco's anymore. Fine, it must be so good, that it sold-out before I could get mine. The next week, nothing. 2 weeks later, and mister Ice cream has been replaced by a cold-looking vanilla ice cream (it couldn't be any worse, right? I hate vanilla ice cream much more than... sunflower olive oil stains on my grey t-shirts!!!) and now, after 4 months... nothing has even remotely come close to that amazing coffee ice cream. Of course, I'm not as miserable as to travel around europe in search of that Ice Cream (even though Im sure the factory was somewhere in Switzerland...) so there you go, I must understand that coffee ice creams come and go out of life like this. The same way hairs grow and fall out of ur head. The same way Oxygen enters a plant and is exhaled in a different form; but exhaled nonetheless. The only things that stay are the bad things. Bad smells stay. Sunflower olive oil stains stay. Cancers stay. Sad feelings stay. Frustration stays. 

One day u're having dinner with this very beautiful human being. You're sharing each other's life. You're smiling back and his inspiring smile. You're walking down South Bank. You're talking about taxes. You're talking about ex-boyfriends. You're talking about what life is about. You're arranging to meet at 5.00 at Kennington south station. You're watching the clock at work. You're running to the station not to be late. You're hugging each other at 4.45, when both of us are actually early because we can't wait to see each other. We're having dinner again. Different ingredients this time, but same couple of tired-yet-enthusiastic smiles. One is thinking about the chocolate ice cream that awaits for us in the fridge, the other is thinking where he can suck it off from.

And the next day... he's gone.

In a world run by technology and computers, where information is readily available and the world becomes smaller everyday, it's unreasonable to say that computers and other forms of technology do not impact almost every aspect of our lives.

One facet of this impact which becomes less and less taboo as time passes, is internet dating. Myspace, Gaydar even ClickPink, they are all websites where people can log on, and trawl through profiles written and managed by members, where they can post pictures and write blogs - akind of open diary or scrap book. But how does internet dating impact our lives, and the question we must all ask ourselves at some point is this - Internet dating: Friend or faux?

Since the internet has become readily available to people in their own homes, people have been able to meet other like minded people through chat rooms, and email. These people were able to flirt and talk through emails, and possibly eventually meet. However, since the creation of profile sites, a whole new dimension to internet dating has been added. people are able to see images, pictures, diary entries, interests and other useful pieces of information.

This is almost like trying before buying, rather than spending months emailing and chatting before finally meeting and being disapointed. But it's also like being in a club, and catching a glimse of this gorgeous guy across the room. You spend the entire night giving half glances, and flirting from across the room with your smile, eye contact and posture. Eventually, he comes over, and offers you a drink. After spending 10 minutes with him, you discover he posseses all the qualities in a potential mate that you hate. You sit there, and can't help wishing that you had had the chance to see his profile first before wasting your time.

And how does internet dating affect the gay community? Alot. In the gay world, where things can often be seen as superficial and sex orientated, meeting people online can be a quick, convienient but not always accurate way of sorting through the duds, and creating a short list. No more sitting in smelly, smoke filled clubs to meet Mr. Right, just type in a web address, click search, and there he is.

There are still downsides to internet dating, however. People can still often be disapointed with the people they meet for various reasons, and can be even more discouraged after months of sparks and attraction. So while this form of dating can be relatively safe (if you're careful), and quick, it can also be quite painful when the unexpected occurs.

So whether you think internet dating is a useful tool in the modern world, or a superficial trend in todays almost yuppie culture, it is definitely a form of dating that people are taking seriously, and should be considered with an open mind.

16th October, 2006

Reproduction.....should we?

Reproduction in the majority of cases done for selfish reasons. While the need to breed was one time necessary, in today’s age it is absolutely unnecessary. Does anyone not know that there are entirely too many people in the world as it is? Does anyone not know that the world population continues to grow at rates that are unprecedented prior to the 20th century? There are plenty of heterosexuals doing a fine job making little replacements, so why are homosexuals doing it?

I’m not talking about adoption, I’m talking about insemination and its implications. Lesbians who inseminate themselves with the sperm of a donor, be it a gay friend or anonymous tube are being absolutely irresponsible. Gay men who pay a surrogate mother or strike some bizarre agreement with a desperate spinster female friend are committing a sin against humanity.

Isn’t it quite obvious that homosexuals are not meant to reproduce? Yes I know that we can, but the question is should we? For whatever reason gives you most comfort, homosexuals, as the term refers, are people attracted to other members of their own sex thusly precluding any reproductive possibilities. There you are. It all stops there. Do you want to talk about God? Or natural selection? Or genetic twists of fate? Whatever the case or reason, we are not to reproduce, and to seek it out is an act of obscene selfishness.

I do not suggest that homosexual men and women do not have paternal or maternal instincts, or that they would make unfit parents, or that they shouldn’t be allowed parental rights. I am talking about a shining example of the decadent arrogance that plagues our modern society…I’ll do what the fuck I want because I can. Well, yes you can, but look around you first, is it really all about you and what you want?

You want a baby that you can love and that will love you, a baby that will allow you to make right all the wrongs that were inflicted upon you? One word…adoption. There are lots of kids in this world who were born into really precarious positions in very dangerous and unhealthy conditions who will be thrilled to be your everything.   

16th October, 2006

Keeping it zipped


In 1998 I began a relationship, or maybe a fling is a better word, with my boss. I was single and he was not. He and his partner, of 12 years at the time, shared an open relationship. All parties involved developed a unique friendship and while the sex was only between me and my boss, the three of us often did things together which included travelling and dining. The three of us spent Christmas morning ’98 in their massive king sized bed watching typical Christmas morning TV. It was fun.

I was raised with different morals and often found myself surprised at myself for being so comfortable with the situation. These two men loved and were committed to each other and were always completely open and honest with their feelings and activities. The relationship they shared and its protection was priority number one and this was clear to me. Actually this was great for me because I had all the benefits of a boyfriend with none of the hassle; I had a boyfriend on loan.

The concept of an open relationship is nothing new in the gay community and maybe it’s even quite common. It makes sense. Men are dogs and will always have a curious and unstoppable desire for ‘strange.’ Gay men recognise and accept this trait and have morphed the idea of a committed couple to allow this reality. By removing the intimacy and exclusivity commonly associated with sex in relationships, disappointment and heartbreak is also removed when one of the two is unfaithful.

Men can do this much better than women. We carry our genitals on the outside of our bodies and this physical feature alone distances us from the sexual act. It means nothing, or can mean nothing. Sex for men can be as impersonal as scratching an itch. Leaving monogamy in care of the religions that don’t want us can open honest dialog between partners that many times far surpasses the dialog of a couple afraid to share their most carnal desires. An open relationship can bond two people in a way much stronger than the fragile expectation of faithfulness.

My experience with this relationship philosophy was fantastic, until me and boss did the unthinkable…we fell in love. Cliché as it is and oh so dramatic, all turned tits up in our happy and friendly threesome. The partner was furious, the boss was frantic, and I was lost between the ‘married man’ reality and all he said he’d do. I lived the drama just as you may have seen it portrayed on a made for TV film, a man’s midlife crisis, the younger and handsomer lover, the hysteric husband. There were tears, screaming fights, psychotic telephone calls, threats of personal harm, gossip, sides were taken, and a job was lost, mine of course. And I also lost the man, of course.

I have seen both sides of the open relationship coin, and that’s one coin I’m not going to flip again. Like the prodigal faggot returning to a probably unrealistic ideal wishing for impossible things, I’ll risk the heartbreak that shadows monogamy. The Hindenburg-esk crash and burn that I narrowly escaped showed me that maybe it better to build barriers and defend what is important, to keep intimacy precious.