21 July 2006

Bush the Player

And it appears Bush is quite a ‘player’. Not only did he try to ‘chat up’ Blair, but Bush also tried to give Merkel (German Chancellor) a back message. (Pictures from ZDF)

"Here Merkie, I see you're in need of some loving, baby."

"OH, UM GOTTES WILLEN--?!"

"Don't touch me, you freak!"

A shocked Merkel responds with a move she learnt during ‘anti-rape’ education in school.
Now, in international politics a lot of attention is paid to 'ettiquet' and appearances. A move or a word can be scrutinised for its significance in the relationship between two countries.

Symbolically, Merkel--representing Germany--just repelled Bush's 'warm' gestures... They did say she was a strong chancellor! : )

Oh, this is too much!

Just classic!!!

"Do you love me?" (Picture from REUTERS)

My goodness, I know Bush and Blair are close, but how close???
Look at the pink tie, and the meaningful silent gaze between their eyes.

This is just classic! And even better because it’s all true! Read here for the whole dialogue.

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Bush: Yo, Blair. How are you doing?

Blair: I'm just...

Bush: You're leaving?

Blair: No, no, no not yet.

[…]

Bush: […] Thanks for the sweater - it's awfully thoughtful of you.

Blair: It's a pleasure.

Bush: I know you picked it out yourself.

Blair: Oh absolutely - in fact I knitted it!!!

[...]

(Talking about a third guy, most likely Syrian President Bashir Assad)

Bush: Yeah, yeah, he is sweet

Blair: He is honey.


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Maybe that's why these world leaders enjoy it so much at Camp David.

Next time they'll be exchanging underwears...

Being gay is ‘in’…

on TV

“You know, you're almost hipper and cooler for being gay nowadays. It used to be that if you wanted to hip up your image, you'd get yourself a drug problem. Now it's be gay or bi. It's kinda nice to see the tolerance go full circle now.”

Dharma and Greg

Started watched this ‘new’ comedy last week, and I just can’t get enough of it! It’s really, really funny, nothing compared to Friends, which after a while gets repetitive and sort of difficult to laugh at. With Dharma and Greg, I find myself laughing with the characters. It’s clever, pokes fun at the live between the married life of two completely different people, from different social backgrounds and values, and their families.

And the main guy, Greg, is sooo good looking too… with that dark, silent, but sophisticated look and flair. Hmmm…

20 July 2006

Walk on the beach




The beach was empty tonight. Maybe because of the overcast skies the sunbathing horde had gone home early. Didn't bother me. Enjoy it even more when it's empty.

Took a long walk close to where the waves ended, or started, touching the sand...depends how you look at it. A number of times I was lost in thought, lost in my walking that I didn't notice that my shoes had become soaked. Thank goodness they're waterproof.

Wanted to get away from home, and tonight was the second time this week. Not been doing much lately, at home the whole day, writing, surfing and translating, so after a while it gets stuffy. And when brother comes home the whole mood gets even worse. Not just the stench of cigarretes, but the non-talking, or when we do talk, the really bad attitude and vibrations. Had to get away.

I walked and walked, not sure where I'd end up. I could have walked on and one, had it not been the darkening skies which told me it was close to midnight, or later... A lot of things went through my mind... there were some people at the beach still, the majority couples, some familes, others groups of friends. They seemed all so happy, and together (as in with someone else). Whether it's hugging, playing in the sand, playing ball, or taking a dive, or even just waddling barefeet in the water, they all had someone to talk to, someone to share the experience with.

I looked around me, and there was no one there. No one to share my thoughts, no one to share my feelings with. So I guess that's why I'm writing this.

The beach. Somewhere I go often because it let's me forget how caught up in my thoughts I am, and reminds me how small I stand in the big wide world. Somewhere I go when I'm lonely, but ironically a place where the emptiness simply screams more loneliness. Somehow there is comfort in that loneliness.

The beach. A place where I touched, and was touched in return once, a long, long time ago...

Sexual intolerance

Let's talk about...sex! : )


Heterosexuality, homosexuality, bisexuality, incest, bestiality, paedosexuality, SM…theses are all outings of sexuality, perhaps one of the most basic instincts of man (and woman). But a lot of taboo surrounds these different forms of sexual expressions, some stemming from centuries of religious indoctrination, others from cultural inhibitions, but all are repressive. And throughout history, extremes of sexual repression have led to persecutions of sexual minority who are deemed as ‘sick’, ‘unnatural’ and ‘deviating from the norm’.

But what is the norm? Titus Rivas, writes in ‘Sexual Intolerance’, that conceptions of what are ‘normal’ and ‘natural’ are merely human/social constructions, based on existing ideas and a system of values that are dominant.

“The religious rejection of deviant sex[ual behaviour] is namely not further reasonably justified, and is based on voluntary subjection to dogmas, in a way that morally no one should force that subjugation.


The apparent “biological” rejection is not sustainable, because with this one in fact very ‘un-biologically’ restricts sexuality to reproduction, and naturalistic arguments above all, always fail.


And the egocentric rejection [based on what I like is good, and what I do not like must be bad] is of course completely objectionable, and in that sense really [the one idea] that [which] is “repulsive”.

These ideas are ever-changing, and which may explain why different cultures, or even eras within one culture, have different attitudes towards sexuality, as an act, its implications, and the need for openness, or abstinence, in this regard. We should have an open mind, like towards all else, and not discriminate or so readily label or stereotype others with ‘different’ sexuality, or expressions of their sexuality:

“The sexual revolution is all but out of date, but actually not even complete yet. Morally, tolerance must be further developed into all forms of voluntary sexuality and abstinence.

The boundary of our sexual tolerance must not lie with what the construction of the sexual organs suggest, or what is written in the Bible or some other sacred book, let alone [be determined] by our personal preference or choice. That boundary must lie with unwanted sex and unwanted abstinence. Rationally, there is no good argument to differentiate between natural and unnatural sexuality, but there is a moral [reason] to differentiate between forced and free sex (and abstinence).”

Sex is a choice, and sexuality is a preference. Freedom of choice also means the freedom from interference. One should be free to choose, and therefore free from interference, and this right is mutual in relation to others with which we live with in society:

“People should have the possibility to choose for themselves things which other find disgusting or decadent, as long as, [and] at the very least, they do not hurt others.”

Sex is an intimate and deep act of expression, and sexuality an intimate and personal form of our identity. It is an experience to be enjoyed, to be indulged in by (both) parties involved, for it is a form of contact between people that invokes mental, physical and spiritual unions, producing affirmations of the very emotions and desires that make us who we really are—very human. When sex is, or becomes, dehumanising, then there is something seriously wrong:


“Sexual toleration comes from the moral principle that one, without good reason, may not interfere in the private life of another, a reason which sexually does not exist, unless it concerns sexual practices that are damaging for [others].


Sexual freedom in practice is really not just limited by intolerance, but also by forms of compulsion, exploitation and violence. Unforunately, such misunderstandings are in practice sometimes abused by intolerant people to stigmatise generally innocent, bona fide cases (for example erotica or paedophilia). But that does not take away the fact that it concerns serious offences cannot be denied or trivialised. Instead, one should see that sexual freedom as well as sexual tolerance implies the fight against sexual compulsion, violence and exploitation. There is not a single conflict here, but they are both expressions of unconditional respect for everyone’s sexual freedom.”



An example of how the need for more sexual tolerance, and the revolution that is taking place in the sexual arena of society is being twisted by same that blame openness about sexuality for ‘increasing’ deviant sexual behaviour like sexual violence and incest:

“Sexual violence is a century-old phenomenon. Nowadays there is more attention for it, but that is not to say that incest is taking place more often. That is because incest occurs in environments where sexual repression is still festively upheld. There is no factual basis to paint rapists and perpetrators of incest as natural children of the sexual revolution.”
Gerry van de List, ‘Lots of sex, little damage’, 27 October 2001, Elsevier


There are lots of countries and cultures in the world where sex is still a taboo, and therefore anything remotely sexual is countered with harsh punishments and frowned upon. Sexual persecution still takes place, in the form of discrimination based on sexual orientation, forced (fe-/male) circumcisions, while many are subjected to forced sexual exploitation and violence against their own free wills. It appears the more open a society is about itself, and attributes of its own identity, the better it is able to vent frustrations and tensions. And sex, and sexuality, form core foundations of how a society sees itself, the relationship between the sexes, and implicitly the power relations, as well as balance, between the sexes. No surprise then, that the UK—a culture and people with a ‘stiff upper lip’ and based on ‘keeping up appearances’— has the highest rate of teenage pregnancy, while the Netherlands—a culture and people where tolerance (not in the ‘zero’ sense) and openness to difference form foundations of civic values— has the lowest.

“Partly because of the emancipation of women, extensive sexual education, and self-regulation, moral decay has significantly remained limited. It is not coincidental that the number of teenage pregnancies in the libertarian Netherlands is relatively small. The sexualisation [of society] has not undermined civlisation. It [sexualisation] has strengthened it [civilisation], through an expansion of freedom of choice and the acceptance of the lives of many. Grosso modo it so applies: the more sex shops a country has, the more pleasant, freer and more civilised it is.”

And believe me when I say there are lots of sex shops in the Netherlands (or so I see…) Thank goodness for the Netherlands, sexual taboos are being broken in all sorts of ways:

“Without exaggerating, you can say that the Netherlands has […] become—in all layers of the population—the most sexualised society in the history of the western civilisation. Never before have there been so many opportunities to talk about sex, to bring sex into the picture, to practice one’s own sexual preference; never before has sexual fantasy been so stimulated.”

What a difference from those prune religious day of the past—not more than half a century ago, I might add:

“The older Netherlander who can still remember how sexual intercourse was associated with sin and disaster in Catholic and Calvinist circles, can only be jealous of the youth of today, the majority of which is liberated from similar oppressive conventions.”


UPDATE
21 July 2006
Something related to sexual tolerance and religion. Generally (north) Asian countries and societies are less dominated by religion, and this may be a reason why Ang Lee--director of gay-themed movies like The Wedding Banquet and Brokeback Mountain-- says Asians are more tolerant of homosexuality.

19 July 2006

Gay Iranian teens

It was exactly a year ago that two gay teens (Mahmoud Asgari and Ayaz Marhoni) were hung publicly in Iran because they were…gay.

A number of events all over the world are being held to commemorate the deaths of these teens. The Iranian government had initially tried to blacken their names by saying they were rapists of children, but Outrage! uncovered the truth that they were in fact lovers.

There will be a commemoration ceremony at the Homo-monument in Amsterdam tonight, at 22.00

Pictures of the hanging can be seen here.

And our minister for Immigration actually thought that being gay was not a good reason for seeking asylum...

UPDATE 21 July 2006

The hanged teens may have been minors! More background news on the hangings the debate surrounding it:

At the London event, OutRage founder and worldwide protest organizer Tatchell claimed that a year-long investigation into this case has revealed that the Iranian governments allegations against the two hanged teens were riddled with contradictions, lies."

"At first it was claimed by Iranian officials that they were aged 18 and 19, then that they were 19 and 21, then aged 18 and 20, and finally they made the claim that they were both above 18 at the time of their alleged crimes," Tatchell said. "However, the best evidence is that both youths were aged 17 when they were executed and therefore minors, aged 15 or 16, at the time of their alleged crimes. And by instituting charges of kidnap and rape, the Iranian authorities apparently hope to discredit the victims, discourage public protests and deflect international condemnation."




18 July 2006

Loving you, loving me: Chapter 9

The next chapter of the story is online! Should appear in Nifty shortly.
Scroll down a little bit more for pictures and the poem.

: )

17 July 2006

News on the paedophile party

On my main blog you can read more about the court action against the PNVD (Partij voor Naastenliefde, Vrijheid en Diversiteit; Party for Brotherly love, Freedom and Diversity), and a piece on common misconceptions of paedophilia.


16 July 2006

Alternative Amsterdam!


These people are not just drinking coffee in many of Amstedam's "coffeeshops".


Mushrooms of an alternative kind.



Club in Amsterdam's De Wallen (Red Light District).

Of course there's more to Amsterdam and the Netherlands than drugs, sex and gays.
Please visit my main blog for more "touristy pictures". Posted by Picasa

Gaymsterdam

The main gay street in Amsterdam's "Pink Light District", Warmoesstraat. Posted by Picasa

"Not much better"

My cousin and his wife arrived Friday, and I've been showing them around a bit. Mostly doing and seeing things I've done and seen before, but I enjoy it when people come and visit. I like it to take people around, give guides and insight and make people's time as enjoyable as possible. And we had a great time and lots of fun together.


Like all things, all's not so fine and dandy...

I've been suspecting it for a while, but my cousin and his wife confirmed it. I know that my dad's health is not looking good, but it turns out that my mum's health " is not much better". They wouldn't say what it is exactly (since they think my mum should be the one to tell me), but it's supposed similar to what my dad is suffering from, which is (liver) cancer.

I'm not sure whether to describe it as a surprise or a shock...I think more the former, since my mum has always lived a 'healthy' and balanced life. Sometime ago my mum did mention that she had to go into hospital to "remove a lump". My cousin and wife did say the condition is stable now, much it is with my dad, but you never know with cancer. You can remove the infected cells, you can do chemo, and get rid of all the symptoms...but then you can never cure the cause. They urged me to go visit them whenever I have the chance, otherwise .......

I spoke to mum today, and asked about her health. It wasn't confrontational, like "what cancer do you have?"; but more subtle, like "how's your health nowadays?" She didn't say much, and there seemed to be a little silence before she said that it's fine (or perhaps I imagined it?), and that she's doing well. I don't want to force it out of her, since I want her to tell me in her own time, and when she's comfortable with it. I can understand why she's not saying anything...because she doesn't want me to worry too much, since, knowing me, I worry a lot.

But one thing that does bother me a bit is why they (my dad included) think that they need to 'hide' it from us. I mean, I must know sooner or later, and I'd prefer sooner. In a way, it hurts more than the surprise of knowing that they are so ill. Before I hung up the phone I told her to take care, and deep inside I meant it more than I've ever meant it before.

She also said that things are well at her work, and that her new job is less demanding and that her colleagues are friendly and helpful. And that she gets to see the sea every day at dawn and dusk on her way to work. That's good, I said, since it's an escape, if only a temporary one from the tensions and state of 'cold war' at home with my dad. I told her, quite frankly, and for the nth time, that it's not good for either of them to live in conditions like that; not good for their wellbeing, and for their healths. In my mind I thought that perhaps the depressing mood at home for the last couple of years, and now their lives apart under one roof may have a lot to do with their deterioting conditions of health.

I'm not sure how the news has affected me till now, since the past few days I've had little 'alone time' and been really tired from all the travelling. Though when I lie in bed at night and when I wake up in the morning, for a few moments my thoughts go out to my mum and dad...good thoughts, compassionate thoughts. I know it won't cure them or change them dramatically, but it gives hope.

And now I 'know', I guess I'll need to 'prepare' myself. Change my outlook on life, and perhaps even expect the worse.

That's the problem I guess: most people think death doesn't come early or can be postponed, and that death is only for the 'old', untill they hear or strike something like a serious illness. But, I guess, death is always just around a corner, though we don't know which one until we turn.