Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Time Flies

Well it's been a couple of weeks since my last post, and it's not because of a lack of things I wanted to comment about, but due to excessive business and social time constraints.

There's lots I wanted to discuss, like the fright my flatmate's elderly parents had, when a week ago last Saturday evening, they walked into the kitchen from a pleasant tea at the Ritz to be confronted with a 6'3 Drag Queen who happened to be with a friend of mine, who popped in on they're way to a party round the corner.

The subsequent party of which I only attended on a precursor that I wouldn't be enticed out any further, as I wanted to avoid going out clubbing for the weekend, to find myself coxed by the eight new gentlemen friends I made there to do so. Then to find myself surrounded by sweaty bounceable young men in Action's "Maze", being informed on the bouncibility of the Taiwanese.

Then there was appalling circumstances surrounding the Jody Dubrowski, and subsequent public backlash, both from the Gay press and the National titles, both trying to use this as an advocate of their beliefs before the poor lad had even been given a respectful funeral.

Of course there was also the non-drug fuelled Saturday night I experienced last weekend, which resulted in me turning back into the shy, retiring boy from my youth, being completely unable to think of how to start chatting up the guy I liked, despite being able to entice him over and embark in that 'I like you dance' wiggle-round-each-other thing that goes on.

Then if I wasn't as busy as a Queen Bee yesterday, I would have been able to post an entry on the research and findings discussed in the Guardian yesterday about how if you have your foreskin removed then you have a 60% less chance of getting HIV...

Yet I'm far too busy at the moment to go into all of that, so it'll have to wait until next time.

If by chance you do happen to read this entry and have an understanding on how I can publish my recommended blogs on my blog to save my grey cells from trying to remember what those amusing blogs are called, then please fill me in? Or just leave a comment on how to do it?


Wednesday, October 12, 2005

The Curse

Do you ever believe in curses? I never used to either, until a series of illnesses has swept our household.

I live in a 4 bedroom house in Brockley, It's owned by a gay couple I've lived with for 3 years now, and I was living with them in Charlton before they decided to sell up and by our current abode. They asked me to move with them, and having enjoyed my time with them over that year together in Charlton, and considering the hassle of moving separately and finding somewhere pleasant to live in, both in terms of premises and occupants, in London is extremely rare, so then I agreed. Of course it wasn't really much of a decision, I adore the guys I live with, although their only 6-7 years older than me, they have become my surrogate parents, always looking out for me, allowing me to confide in them, and when I've really needed help, almost desperately on a couple of occasions, they have always been there for me.

Comparing this against the guy I was sharing with before in West London, which was the first house I moved to, when I first arrived in London. Although at first he seemed ok, I was incredibly naive at the time. He helped me understand how you manage to live in London without a) being mugged or b) appearing to be a mugger. Well after about a year, he met a soldier through gaydar, my flatmate being 45 (although he only claimed to others to be 35) and the soldier being 20, which at the time was closer to my age, so both of us got on very well instantly. Then we discovered we had similar backgrounds and lots of other common interests. I have to admit initially I did fancy him, although because he was dating my flatmate, I decided not to peruse this. It was also at this time I started having a drink problem. This accelerated through the summer months, as did my flatmate's jealousy towards the soldier’s activities.

When I finally realised my drinking problem was getting out of hand, I asked my flatmate for his help. Now for me to ask for help is rare, and means I'm really in trouble, it was also that same evening that his jealousy and reached it's peak when the soldier wanted to go home with someone else he had met in a club that night. Later in the week, I was in the garden with the soldier discussing things, when he brought up my drink problem (I had asked my flatmate to be discrete about it), he asked me whether it was because I was in love with him and because he kept going off with other men. I couldn't believe this, my problem wasn't related to him, and I wasn't in love with him, so I asked where did he get this information from, only to be told that my flatmate had used my problem to vent his own frustrations due to his jealousy, and instead of saying he was unhappy about it, he had told the soldier my drink problem was because he kept playing away. So I moved out into the house in Charlton. By the way the soldier and I are still friends to this day, and I haven't spoken to my former flatmate since that day.

I've digressed, curses, anyway the house we now live in. I found out yesterday that one of my flatmates as just been diagnosed with Skin Cancer, this is following on this year from his partner's battle with Testicular Cancer, and our former housemates battle with alcohol addiction, my internal bleeding problems and another former housemate's liver problems. All of which came into effect after we had moved into the house, or the housemate's had. Does this mean that the house is cursed to inflict illness on the occupants, or is it just coincidence?

Thursday, October 06, 2005

A Question of Passion

Following my last post, I have to say I was impressed by the turnout, and I found it quite enlightening to demonstrate my views again, I haven't done so since University, when we would embark on continuous buses into London to protest against or for whatever event was happening, from Pro-abortion rallies to Anti Clause 28 protests, there were many and varied beliefs I had then, and I wasn't afraid to voice them in any way that would make them heard.

That was 7 years ago, and in that time, I like many of my fellow protestors from University have become bogged down in the world of employment, which means that there are few chances to leave work and join any protest you feel strongly about, or if they happen on a day when you are off, you always seem to have something 'more important' to do, like visit Ikea for 5 hours to pick up that Sleigh Bed you don't need instead of making the Government know your opposition to it's policy on Darfur where people don't even have beds.

Although I don't believe it's just the adjustment of time that's preventing us, it's also the increasing belief that no matter how many of us view our protests either for or against a policy, be it British or foreign, that the Government doesn't listen and continues as it like regardless. The prime example of his was the Anti Iraq war protests in 2003, which had no impact on the Governments position or that of a supposedly Opposition party (with the exception of the Lib Dems). Did I lose my passion for demonstrations when I realized that my generation in University (those who still had their fees and grants paid for by the state) were the last of those who took part in such things, did the next and current generations have too much concern for their own welfare, due in part to the pressure of results, grades and monetary issues than tackling Governments and organizations over their actions.

Is the apathy to demonstrating your views due to lack of action following these protests or is the lack of mass protests allowing these actions to continue without being questioned?

Recently I seem to have found the fire in my belly again as it were. I now regularly read the paper in the morning and I find myself becoming more disappointed, angry and displeased with what I read, and the actions being taken without respite for counter arguments. Why did I lose this for 7 years, and why now am I regaining my voice of opposition?

More importantly, will others regain their voice and use it, or will this resurgence in my passion for protest be as useful as sunglasses in a fog?

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Stand Up for What you Believe In

A few months ago, there was a great outcry within the Gay community and beyond regarding the execution of 2 Iranian teenagers, due to them being found guilty of being Gay.

Here's the story again:

Today at 1pm there is a protest outside of the Iranian Embassy, protesting against the Iranian policy of executing teenagers and their Laws against Gays. This is also a downstairs against the British Government's continued trade agreements with the Iranian Government in face of these archaic laws.

If you can make it, then please do so, the address is:

Embassy of Iran
16 Prince's Gate