Sometimes you read something. And then you read it again. Then you laugh a little, and then you go bake a cake or something.
Other times you read something and then say “What the hell?” and then go bake a cake. Or something.
This is a “What the hell” moment, but being at work, I don’t have the ingredients for a cake. Nor indeed the surface to make it and the oven to bake it in. I might go do the “or something” though. I am sure there is a spare cubical in the toilet, and I have a copy of “Anglers Monthly” and a mouse mat with a calendar on it on my desk. Those ingredients are perfect!
But anyway. Back to the plot.
I do not care if you are gay. Or straight. Or like a bit of both. Or wear a snorkel to your office job. Some people are different to others. It is a fact of life. Some people even wear that snorkel during sex for instance. Hell, it helps you come up for air. So I heard.
All I do know is that when you read a story about the “lesbian, gay and bisexual advisory group said the action was “potentially discriminating”, you have to wonder what was done. What evils have the local government done to these members of the community?
Well, there is a bit of scrub clearance work being done on the Bristol Downs. To make it prettier. To attract more people. To attract more wildlife. And when I say wildlife, I mean flying things like birds, and other “naturey creatures” and not the wildlife it currently attracts.
Unfortunately, this means that people can’t have sex in public there anymore. And they aren’t happy. Or, as my favourite line in the article goes:
“Concerns were expressed by the city council’s lesbian, gay and bisexual group that this action was potentially discriminating against gay and bisexual men whose activities on this part of the Downs were objected to by other members of the local community and Downs users.”
I agree. When walking my imaginary dog, I often check in the scrubs for any lost ball that my puppy can chase. Seeing a man’s bare arse instead has never really worked for me. Although my imaginary puppy would often see some balls he wants to chase. I shout “Naughty imaginary puppy. How dare you stop them having sex.” and then we carry on with our imaginary walk, where he chases wood sticks…and not any other kind of wood.
“We are working together with the Terrence Higgins Trust to make sure any work we will do is sensitive.
“We’re making sure people know what we are doing so we are not seen to be discriminating.”
How the hell is any of this discriminating? Is it a designated “shagging zone”? Of course it isn’t. How comes we don’t care that we destroy land that wildlife needs, and endanger entire species, but some people want to get their end away in the scrubs, and I presume then go home and put cream on the scratches they incur, and that is a huge problem?!
Please. Someone. ANYONE. Explain how this one works for me!
Full story HERE.
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