December 29, 2003

2003 was wonderful

2003 was rather wonderful for me.
First full year in the new house, a truly grand tour of Europe which left me panting and drooling for more. All my friends in Europe are hanging in there, all ready and willing to take on the world (and me), love and godspeed to all of them. Celebrated our 15th anniversary together - never say we are married!! - hell knows how long that is in straight years...
On the negative side: our cat Becks got bitten by bloody dog and had to have his tail amputated. I call for stricter dog laws (allow the buggers to be shot on sight), not looser ones.
For 2004 I wish you all a good fuckbuddy, if you haven't already got one; safe playing and travelling; good discussions on this blog; a sense of humour, proportion (dicks and waists!) and good health.

December 19, 2003

Ghomorra honoured

Now that that other medieval term "bugger" has been appropriated by postmodern advertising agencies, there are not many lovely terms left.
I personally like "uphill gardener" as sort of bucolic and well-suited to the provinces. Sodomite always struck me more as an urban term - since the City of Sodom really existed. How about "Ghomorrites", to honour the twin city?

December 10, 2003

Let's reclaim that epithet 'sodomite'

It's about time we get to use that lovely word again to describe that segment of queer folk that are not ashamed to come out and stand up for what they do in bed.
Rather than "gay" (so innocuously middle class in a oh-my-god, I forgot to whitewash my picket fence! sense) or "queer" (so inclusive it's become a term of endearment on mainstream television) I prefer "Sodomite" for its cultural and historical references.
Church fathers distorted its definition early on to mean men who partake in buggery, while in the Bible it refers to people in the city of Sodom who lacked hospitality skills, like in not wanting to shout you a round in the pub when it was their turn. (I think this should still be considered a far greater sin than buggery).
Good old Oscar Wilde was accused by Lord Queensberry as "posing as a Somdomite [sic]" - a wonderful turn of phrase, methinks! Conjures up images of Art Nouveau sculptures.
And then there is the wonderful description in Dante's Inferno as "that scorched army whose rubric is sodomy".
A poetic term that deserves to be reclaimed by those so inclined! So good I'm making it my profile's motto