Month: April 2001

Monogamy is suddenly everywhere – or more to the point, discussions of monogamy are. Over at Barbelith, there’s a substantial debate raging about Monogamy vs Open Relationships, while the BBC discusses a New Scientist article that suggests that monogamy only evolves in species where the female is able to disguise whether or not she is sexually fertile. It is perhaps for this reason that those times in which a woman is least sexually fertile are stigmatised and have traditionally been a source of embarrassment to women. Quite what this means for gay relationships is something that I am unclear on – whether or not it is a social enterprise that is circumvented by the absence of a woman, or whether it is a cross-gender hard-coded (at least now) trait with genetic origins.

Tit for tat. I suppose it’s only fair. I will shortly be appearing on Mo’s baby pictures section. I still maintain that only Davo looks exactly the same now as he did as a kid.

The Misheard URL Project (Part three): MoOrgan.com (the inside scoop)

The Misheard URL Project (Parts one and two): BRANsluice (for your bowels) CaptainBEZ.com (dances badly).

Conversation with old friend: “You see what you need is someone who knows what the fuck they are doing, rather than some fat, hairy sucking butthole with half a brain cell.”

Tomorrow morning at 11am, Meg will be having coffee. Why don’t you join her? The following day around 11am, I plan to visit the lavatory. You may all join me for that too if you wish. Later in the week, Luke has sex… I may sound snarky, but I honestly love this stuff.

Speakers Corner for the 21st Century – a place by the side of a road where you can meet people who will beam short-stories, political tracts and other missives to your PDA from their own Palm Pilot. Yet another avenue of proliferation opens to the meme-stream.

Excerpts from ‘My Big Gay Life’ (4) And you get home and the television is full of them and you go and check your e-mail and Mr Big has got back to you, and it’s a dry e-mail, kind of bony and undernourished, so you send one back that’s even shorter because maybe then you can play that game where they die off to an invisible length and the one who finally doesn’t reply wins, although neither party really knows why, or indeed is particularly happy about it. And you look at your bed and you’re really really tired and you finally go Sod it and go to sleep.

Excerpts from ‘My Big Gay Life’ (2) So Mandy turns around to you and says, “He’s like you – straight-acting”, and that spark goes off in your head again about acting and pretending and ‘trying to be straight’ and whether or not the way you are is post-gay or pre-gay, and you kind of get slightly nervy because straight-acting always means to you that they haven’t dealt with all the crap yet, and you really think that you have dealt with all the crap, and done the defensive non-camp to bit of a poof to whatever the fuck you think you are now routine, and now kind of just want to get on with finding some relatively non-screwed up individual to talk to in bed. It’s like that thing with your mother when she says that people are always braver in their heads than they are in everyday life, and how much you’ve tried to prove that wrong over the last ten to fifteen years.

Excerpts from ‘My Big Gay Life’ (1) So you’re in a bar and you bump into some people you used to work with, and one of them has brought a friend and everyone except for Mandy is gay or has dabbled and the friend apparently has had a bet with another gay bloke there about whether or not you are gay, and he’s bet £150,000 that you’re not. And you think he might fancy you a bit, and you’re a bit flattered for a moment that he didn’t think you were gay, and then you’re horrified with yourself for being really weak and Uncle Tom-ish.