Friday, 24 October 2014

Another step towards thoughtcrime

Potentially, at least. I heard a report on the radio this morning to the effect that 'child protection' campaigners want it to be made a crime in this country for an adult to send any message of 'a sexual nature' to a minor, even if the message is 'text only' - sending 'sexual' images is illegal already, of course. Given that almost any image involving a minor can be deemed to have sexual connotations when it suits the authorities' purposes, I can't imagine any legislation involving text will be any less widely drawn, raising the prospect of any contact at all between adults and minors, unless the adult is related to or in an authority position in relation to the minor, being effectively barred. I recall reading about one, at least, American state (Maine, if I remember correctly), enacting a law that made it illegal in many circumstances for an adult even to look at a minor, and I wouldn't be surprised if there are people who would like that to be the case here as well. It wouldn't be many steps beyond what is being proposed for books to begin to be proscribed - if you own a copy of Lolita, or Sandel, or myriad others, you're doubtless already a 'suspect' - and not many more until the Orwellian concept of 'thoughtcrime' was invoked, on the basis that if you even think about minors in a non-neutral way, you'd be presumed to be a 'molester in waiting'. And once one aspect of freedom of thought is suppressed, how long would it take for politicians to realise that extending those powers far more widely would be highly conducive to maintaining their position and privileges? Not very long at all, I would venture to suggest.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Thursday, 23 October 2014

Unconvincing

I'm in my 'second-string' relatively local Wetherspoons, getting into my kind-of weekend off - I'm not working again until Sunday morning, and then start nights on Monday - and I've had the dubious pleasure of listening to a youngish woman on the next table rather obviously trying to proselytize her companions, waxing lyrical about how wonderful her god is, because she can freely drink beer and generally go about her life, but that there will, after death, still be a 'judgment day'. Maybe I'm being too cynical, but if anyone can explain to me how such a laissez-faire deity can be distinguished from the atheistic universe I believe to be the real one, I'd be interested to hear the evidence. Because evidence was, to me, the big 'missing link' in the woman's argument. Hence the title of this post.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Wednesday, 22 October 2014

The penultimate Orwellian job?

I've just read a blog post quoting a religious right functionary who was described as his organisation's 'vice president of orthodoxy'. Only his boss, presumably, could be closer to 'Big Brother' than that.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Reality checks can be helpful

And this afternoon has been evidence of that. I saw 'the boy on the bus' again, not, I have to admit, entirely coincidentally, but now that I know that the connection I was hoping for is illusory, I was able to simply enjoy sitting a few rows of seats behind him - or, rather, him sitting in front of me, given that I got on the bus several stops before he did - and admiring his good looks and general 'boyness'. Hopefully, that's the best option - I get to see him, but in not trying for more, by approaching him or whatever, he won't get to feel in any way uncomfortable, or worse. The chances for me to see him are pretty limited, in any case, given my working hours and the very narrow 'window of opportunity' for our paths to cross, even by design - it's the bus, or nowhere, effectively. No doubt there would be those who would still criticise me, even for wanting him as eye candy, but, frankly, that's their problem.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Tuesday, 21 October 2014

School holiday views

K is on half term holiday next week, but some schools are off this week, and that proved to be the double-edged sword I've mentioned before when I finished work today. 'Worktown' station was 'eye candy central', with three absolutely delicious boys in evidence as I waited for my train home, albeit that one of them was a little guy who was too young by far to do anything other than coo over. The usual heaviness of heart ensued, though, the knowledge of the untouchability of those I'm enamoured with reinforced once more. When I did get back to the flat, there was another little example of that, too, as my next door but one neighbour got off of the same bus as me, a boy of Asian extraction who is, it seems, in his first year at senior school, so 11/12, who I've seen around several times, and who is more than a little cute (his younger sister isn't difficult to look at, either). Seeing 'ghosts' when I'm out and about might have its bittersweet aspects, but having a cutie on the doorstep, almost literally, is potentially rather more problematic. The temptation to try and drum up some sort of acquaintance with him is compelling, but, ultimately, probably not a very good idea. Hopefully, my habitual cowardice will keep me out of trouble.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Monday, 20 October 2014

Freedom - to be what we tell you to be

Another weekend, another gay man's blog and e-mail account obliterated by Google for unaccountable reasons. Sadly, nothing new there, but, in this case, I'll freely admit to partiality, because the blog in question belonged to a good friend of mine, a good man. But personal virtues have no value, it seems, in this context, all that matters to Google and their ilk is to kowtow to those pouring their corporate advertising budget down their collective throat. And those 'paying the piper' appear to me to be driven by motives of christofascist repression, especially when it comes to the LGBT community. I have two hopes - to see Jay back in cyberspace sooner rather than later, and for the corporate fat cats to choke on their own disgusting excess.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Saturday, 18 October 2014

Well, that didn't take long

Back to work at 7:30 this morning after my time off, and, within 20 minutes, the latest dose of 'paedo-baiting' was on, again in response to a TV programme - the delightful phrase 'you'd rip his head off and shove it up his arse' was trotted out on respect of some or other 'character' in the documentary. The phrase that came to my mind was 'isn't it easy to be judgmental when you're not involved'. If the person who was deemed to be worthy of decapitation has coerced anyone, of any age or gender, then punishment is deserved. But 'thoughtcrime' style vilification of who someone is, rather than what they've done, is the top of a very slippery slope.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B