What a snow week. Britain has shut down. Trains have stopped, cars have stopped, buses have stopped and people are stealing the trays from McDonalds to use as sledges. And it’s so lovely to see groups of people; neighbours, friends and strangers coming together in the snow to draw large cocks.
So gay news in the past week. Well the debate on Thursday was pretty much epic. It was the Oxford Union gay parenting debate if you didn’t manage to see it and it was just a whirlwind of gay rights and rainbows with the pro-gay team winning by 345 votes to 21. The founder of PinkNews Benjamin ended the winning speech with a fantastic question that no one could answer even if they had a magic eight balls and Ask Jeeves in their hands.
‘I need to ask you why you wouldn’t be happy to have two loving parents, two parents who are not wicked people, two parents who have sacrificed a lot to bring you into their lives, two people who will dedicate their lives to making you happy, but two people who happen to be of the same sex? Ask yourself, why wouldn’t you be happy?’
In homophobia this week, just when a horrible, hurtful, insulting article is taken out of one paper, it’s republished in another. The piece written by Julie Burchill which calls Transgender people dicks in chicks amongst other things was pulled from being published in the Observer last week. Now it’s been published in the daily telegraph. The worst thing is though is that she doesn’t know what she’s done and she’s still swanning around on her broomstick feigning innocence.
An update on the Uk Lesbian festival. Lfest are offering you a chance to pay for half your ticket now and the other half before the festival in July. It’s a great way to do it because then you can stretch it over two pay packets and still buy the green shoes from Topshop. And the stripy dress. It’s much better then getting all three with your January wages and then hiding in the wardrobe from your landlord because you slightly didn’t pay any of your rent.
The LGBT history starts at the beginning of February and it should be the biggest yet according to PinkNews. Normally February is associated with love, teddy bears, and rings and all the flowers you could need when it comes to Valentine’s Day. Well it is for couples. For single people it’s more about the jealously, crying into your teddy bear and eating donut rings.
Islington and Camden will put on the biggest events and parties for the history month with the main themes being maths, engineering and science. Organisers in particular want to honour the gay mathematical genius Alan Turing. So dust off your history books and cover them in glitter.
Because I love bizarre and crazy news I had to comment on this. A woman from Scotland has opened her spare bedroom up to the public. And what do you think she is offering? Sex, food, parties or all of the above? Nope. Smurfs. She has collected over 5,000 Smurf figurines and memorabilia and has opened a mini museum in her house. I post these stories because however weird you think your life is, well, it’s not. You don’t have thousands of tiny blue creatures sharing your house.
I used to absolutely love snow as a child, it was the best thing in the world apart from candyfloss but this week I’ve been cursing it and calling ‘bastard white shit’. Just because I haven’t been able to get anywhere, my internet has been on the blink, and at one point the electric went off. My hair, without, a hairdryer, is unacceptable in the modern day. It looks like I’ve been having sex in a hedge, while being electrocuted, while someone’s raking it. There’s an image for a Monday afternoon.
Also quite a good week as I will be writing for Pink Lobster as of soon. It’s a femme meeting femme dating site so it should be exciting and sexy and pink. I like writing for other things because it makes me write in time. For F is Forr I find myself attempting to impart the little lesbian wisdom I have while playing with Crayon and eating Thornton’s chocolate moments. And when I write for other things I don’t have to spend approximately three hours and twenty-two minutes thinking of a title that begins with F. See title as example.