OOH, AND I SUDDENLY SEE YOU. OOH, DID I TELL YOU I NEED YOU.

I made a mistake. I flicked through the Daily Telegraph. I knew that it was awful, but I didn't appreciate quite how homophobic/anti-feminist/proProPROFUCKINGPROConservative it was.

There were a few letters about how homosexuals were denigrating the moral fiber of Christian Britain. That it's the moral right of not only B+B owners but also doctors, registrars and anyone who comes into contact with people in any sort of public capacity to not have to associate themselves with homosexuals. Apparently, their belief that a man's willy should not be in another man's anus is sacred and we should protect their bigotry at ALL COSTS, GODDAMN IT.

First of all, I refute that we live in a Christian Britain. The lonely voices in The Daily Telegraph seem to be trying as hard as they can to stave of secularism. As bad as it is, it is commonplace for people to be stabbed/shot/raped every day. It's not even news worthy. It kind of bores your average reader of The Sun. People even say that young women should expect to get raped if they go out dressed to dance. People need more exciting deaths to sate their appetite, hence all of the recent mephedrone deaths being lapped up (btw, I don't know one person who has ever called it miaow miaow. Just saying.) like they're going to go out of fashion.

because they're going to go out of fashion, and people will find another moral-disaster-that's-wrecking-Britain to masturbate over.

and that's just the way things are.

Rape is literally a joke. I hear people joke about rape a few times a day. Fuck, I almost got raped and I laughed about it. Is that bad? The thing is...I don't give a shit about myself. I don't know whether I'm speaking on behalf of THE YOUTH (i'm not), but I am desensitized to atrocity. I can look at what happened in Haiti and go 'that's awful' without feeling anything at all. It's too...normal.

Disaster isn't special enough, any more.

And rape is the most awful thing, but as a Society (Big S) we're really quite laxidasical about it. We tut, shake our heads and turn the page. If it's even in a newspaper. It has to be some sort of special rape to merit the attention and momentary pity of the newspaper editor.

And I'm not afraid to say that I'm a feminist.

but if I start talking about how awfully women are still being treated and regarded, I see eyes glaze and thoughts about eating ice-cream, painting nails, fucking fucking fucking. It's all been said before, it's all been heard before. It's a history lesson. It's condolence for the crazy who thinks that things need to change.

for the better. not change as in build new houses. or redesign google. not change for the sake of change because we're all capitalists, suck on that hippy bitches change.

but gays. people always like to freak out about gays. According to The Daily Telegraph readers, religious rights should supercede basic human liberties. I have little against religion. I think that it can be alright. I've just never been religious. And I hate people who are religious just because it validates everything that they believe to be true and correct. It blights free thought and restricts the independent thinking of an ardent believer. I hate people who pick out passages from the Bible like it gives their bigotry authority.

I know the Bible, and I'm quite happy to quote it back to them. It doesn't mean a thing.

because, fuck it. Jesus said that Love is the most important thing. One reader wrote in saying that the argument with homosexual rights and the Church has direct parallels with the Church's moral qualms with abortion. Yes, they are both moral issues for the believer, but the analogy is crass. Homosexuals are sentient, intelligent people, not foetuses.

We are not this huge group.

We are not a community.

We are people who like to fuck other people.

We are people who like to fall in love, sometimes.

We are people who are not defined by who we fuck but who we are. What my cock does is irrelevant to my identity. It's ignorant to assume that it does. Most of the time, I am a sexless creature.

We are not we. We are not we.

I am an orchid. Smell me. I am an orchid.

Illiterate rant almost over, I refer you to the personals in the Daily Telegraph. Listed under Men looking for Men are 5 ads, 2 from boys looking for sugar daddies, 2 from old men looking for old men and one from a woman promising to give them everlasting happiness and joy from rescuing them from the burden of being gay.

There have been no aeroplanes today, as well.

We are all stuck here.

And we can't get out.

I'm not mourning the lack of sensibility.

The Eighteenth Century finished a long time ago. And people will keep trying to kill other people. And people won't care. And a dog with eyebrows and a cat playing the piano are more exciting than Burma. Everyone knows. Everyone knows.

Death shuffle. Death shuffle. We might as well start enjoying the death shuffle.