Not normal

What do you mean, you’re not gay? What’s wrong with you, boy? Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to assume your gender. Nor your sexuality, come to that. Or, even, your lack of either. You have to feel sorry for Frank Oz, getting stick from the leftists for daring to innocently explain that Bert and Ernie are puppets, that have neither the apparatus nor the inclination to engage in the whole gender war clusterfuck that parts of our society have become hostage to.

There is an entire panoply of departures from normality which are considered not only tolerable, but acceptable in society today, with very little in the way of checks and balances. You think you are a trans-female lesbian – a man, who wants to be a woman, who wants to fuck women? Go ahead, be our guest, but you do know that the equipment you were born with is actually designed to perform in alignment with your sexual preferences.

You are eight years old; what do you mean, you haven’t selected your gender? By not only recognising abnormality – departures from the majority, the norm, the things most people identify with - but in trying to normalise it, some quarters are practically eulogising difference. Cohesive societies are founded not on difference, but on common ground. And one of the common grounds of civilised western societies is a tolerance for the minorities who don’t exhibit the traits of the majority.

But we are creating problems which barely exist, proposing solutions which merely create more problems; trying so hard to incorporate the needs, the demands of ultra-minority into our national portrait that we are blurring lines and in particular we are confusing those who most need order. This article clearly warns of the dangers: “It would appear, from these productions, that the BBC is glamourising transgenderism for children – telling them that any confusion can be easily swept away with the magic of changing clothing and hairstyles, using different pronouns and taking a few pills.”

If everything goes, is there anything which doesn’t go? The worldwide Pride events are becoming more and more demonstrations not of genuine pride in shared identity but garish, almost threatening visions of a world with no rules.  'This parade and costumes designed by Hieronymus Bosch – abandon hope all ye who enter here', especially the young and impressionable. As the barriers fall, nothing can be deemed unacceptable for debate. Next up, the normalisation of paedophilia?

The new normal?

Listen, if promoting the kinds of sexuality that the more avant-garde elements of the Pride fraternity/sorority (What term to use? Even ‘family’ may offend) is deemed acceptable, nay desirable, how can you reject non-violent, consensual sex between an under-sixteen and an over-twenty? Has anybody asked Bill Wyman? Quite rightly, the law draws a line, but who is drafting the borders around gender and sexual normality? Why, those who want no lines at all. It’s bloody queer, I tell you.

The Last Taboo

A World War two evacuee recently spoke on the radio of the miserable two years he spent separated from his parents and sent, for his own safety, away from London where he and others were routinely groped and otherwise abused by a succession of foster parents and officials. In my own young life, although spared the fumbling, I encountered, second-hand, the phenomenon of the kiddy-fiddler  in the form of a school teacher and an assistant scout leader. And also an uncle who the family referred to as ‘you know, a bit that way inclined’.

The strange and unwanted attentions of weird ‘uncles’ seems to be a constant throughout history but only very recently has the use of the term paedophile become widespread and the problem been passed on to, you guessed it, der gubmint. Not so long ago the meddling fingers of the monster in your midst would have been discreetly ‘sorted out’ by a community lynch mob and sent packing with a few broken bones and a deep shame. I don’t expect or want you to feel sorry for them, but many such broken humans committed suicide, or else committed themselves to a life devoid of human contact lest they be tempted.

Following the commentary during a break in the Olympic tennis the BBC apologised cringingly for the ‘casual homophobia’ committed by the commentator during what came to be dubbed ‘kisscamgate’. When he suggested that it might be unfortunate should the camera linger specifically on a male couple he voiced what many would probably have thought. And although you are not allowed to have such feelings, millions of viewers may have been disquieted at the sight of two real men kissing; real, as opposed to the nightly parade of obligatory same sex public displays shoehorned into every episode of every soap opera, in order to reflect the approved version of reality foisted upon us by the mainstream media.

Fifty years ago, however, that behaviour could land you in jail; it would certainly have had you targeted and hounded out of town, if not lynched on the spot. Today, whether you actually feel it or not, you must overtly embrace the gay and repeat after the nice lady at the diversity class that there is nothing unusual or abnormal about a man sticking his cock up another man’s arse. It’s as natural as breastfeeding, apparently. And if some of the lovely gays are so excited they want to parade their man-love in pubic and in uniform well, who are we to tell them to stop?

So, here’s the thing; homosexuality, sado-masochism, shoe fetishes, auto-erotic asphyxiation, latex, leather, bondage and any of the hundreds of furtive private peccadilloes are all, to some degree or another accepted, tolerated, ignored or excused under the general heading of sexual preferences. Even paedophilia has had its attempt at reform under the aegis of PIE, painting sexual attraction towards the pre-pubescent as just another different-but-normal human urge. No doubt bestiality and necrophilia also have their champions.

What?

But there remains the orientation that dare not speak its name. Once referred to as ‘normal’, the tide has turned against those who dare utter their preferences out loud and woe betide the public figure who speaks out  against practices once considered perverse and unholy. What was formerly thought repulsive must now be defended, its practitioners’ rights upheld and the details promulgated to all. But if you are heterosexual, married and discreet about your love-play you should hang your head in shame.