Sexual Orientation

 

Let's begin this blog with a couple definitions. 

sex·u·al·i·tynoun/ˌsekSHo͞oˈalitē/

1. Capacity for sexual feelings.

2. A person's sexual orientation or preference.

gay adj  /gā/

 

1. Happily excited 

2. Keenly alive and exuberant : having or inducing high spirits 
 

For some reason, we use the word "gay" incorrectly to label things in a negative manner such as, "That's so gay". Why do you think such a happy word would mean anything negative? If you think it out....You are either saying that the event in question is gleeful, or that it's homosexual. What is negative about either option?

Somewhere along the line the term "gay" became associated with "sexual looseness" as early as the 1600's.  In the 1800's a brothel could be referred to as a "gay house" as the term leaned towards a promiscuous meaning. The association with homosexuality began in the 1863 when Amer.Eng. used the term gay for "young hobo," one who is new on the road, also one who sometimes does jobs. It was noted that homosexual practices were more common in this group. Today it is used mostly as a label for sexuality. Positive or negative, it depends on your perspective

I think most of the world views sexual preference as this:

You are either straight, or gay. For a long time this was widely accepted.  A newer version of this looks like this:

 This allows for an additional category of "bisexual". For instance, Katy Perry who "kissed a girl and liked it" and yet married a man, she isn't exactly straight or gay so she can be classified as bisexual.

I don't really think the human psyche really works that way.  I believe it is more like this:

Like most biological equations, there is no right or wrong answer, but more of a gradient. People are fluid and every-changing so it is impossible to stick them into a specific category. Perhaps you have sex with someone of the opposite sex, but still enjoy looking at someone of the same sex. This might put you in the dark blue region. Reverse that and you might be more yellow/green. 

My mother asked me one day if I was gay because I came home with a pride flag. I said no. But is there some mathematical equation to figure out what I am?

Using that formula I think I'm about 22.7% gay. Who knew?

I. Am. Canadian.

I love a man in uniform. 

Seriously I don't know what it is about camoflage, but it does it for me.

So when I saw a guy last night at the bus stop, I naturally pointed out to roommate that he had a nice booty.

(Generally booty looks so much better in those pants, it must be as a reward to people who surrender and get to see our armed forces walk away from them)

Now let me mention that this man was brown. And on top of that, he was sporting an uncharacterisically bushy dark beard. I mentally noted it was odd that he was unshaven, and proceeded to oogle the rare treat I saw before me.

The next thing that happened may shock and horrify you.

A man in a heavy winter coat wearing a trucker hat walked past Mr. Army, then past roommate and I. He said to his (rather overweight) girlfriend, "Now that bothers me; having an East Indian in a Canadian uniform."

I'M SORRY.....WHATTTT?!?!?!?!

I yelled after him, "WOW! Racist!"

He scuttled off across the street to avoid confrontation.

This is Canada, eh?

 

I'm sorry, but when did anyone define the phenotypic characterics of a Canadian? I know I recognize the stereotype we carry as friendly maple-syrup slogging plaid-wearing white men in toques.

 

YOU sir, do not fit that sterotypes because you are NOT friendly and I would be ashamed for you to represent our country in any manner. I'm still kicking myself for not following that racist coward and giving him the following lecture:

What makes any one of us Canadian? BEING WHITE? I think you just set us back to the dark ages where the black man picked cotton and the red man threw tomahawks. I think in this day and age people show be more aware of the fact that Canada is a country of many cultures and many faces. In fact we are ALL immigrants.

Mr. Army is TWICE the Canadian you will ever be. I can imagine if I asked the two you sing the national anthem, which one of you wouldn't stumble over the words? And which one of you has the job that requires them to wear our flag on his arm every day? Mr. Army may have coloured skin but he may be a 5th generation Canadian. He's obviously a citizen, and a very loyal one to be wearing that (sexy) uniform.

 

In closing, I'd just like to say I am a proud milk-bagger.