Un-fucking-believable

Had a girls night last night with Bear and Mouth. We went to see "The Sweetest Thing", which was a fairly OK kinda flick. It had the stupid comedy aspect, along with anorexic bodies clothed in all the latest designer threads. Not quite reality, but a nice trip away from the daily grind.

We all then tripped down Margaret Street to partake in a caffinated beverage each. Well, I had coffee, Mouth had herbal tea (fucking yuppie) while Bear had lemonade and chips.

It was a nice conversation, laughing about the 'rumor according to the movie.

Apparently, the idea that men like oral sex is nothing but a nasty urban myth. They hate it. Tell your friends.

Conversation travelling lightly, two of us wallowing in the sex-less depression while the other gloated about her rampant sex life. I dont want to think about it. I refuse to believe anything she says. No person could fuck that many times without the need for some serious medical attention. I'm as jealous as hell.

Piffle.

Anyway, that's not the point of this entry.
The topic sprang from the idle comments made by one of my friends when the waiter swung past to pick up our order.

"Here comes that fag again."

I dont know if its my liberal upbringing on the coast, or my hippie heritage, but I dont find anything offensive about blokes who like blokes. In fact, I find the blatant homophobic attitudes rather offensive. Not to sound like some kind of new-age fuckwit, but I dont really think love has boundaries. I'm not speaking about physical bump and grind, just the emotion. Like friendship, I dont think there should be set regulations placed on who we love.

I dont want to know what happens behind closed doors, as that's none of my business. I dont think about what John Howard and his wife get up to on election night. I dont spend time wondering what anybody does in their spare time, so why should I care about what gay people do? I just cant seem to comprehend the ingrained opinion that seems to be in the small-town bloodlines.

My opinion is, if what they do makes them happy then who am I to condemn them? In fact, who the fuck cares? I'm not the Emotion-Police.

What my herbal-tea/lemonade drinking friends dont realise is that I'm not friends with them because of their sexuality. I'm friends with them because I enjoy spending time talking to them. They make me laugh, and I trust them. I dont discriminate between gender, politics, race or religion, so why the hell should I draw the line at sexuality??

However, my friends and I dont share the same opinion about this topic.

I dont have the energy or the time to argue with them, as I know they're steadfast in their opinions. Nothing I say will ever convince them to reconsider.

So I order a stronger coffee, and focus on the Commonwealth Games Updates flashing across the TV screen. Go Aussie. Kick arse.