You may remember last year's rather tasteless news item involving heterosexuality between a twink and a 92-year-old corpse. New Zealand can't be left behind in those stakes so now we hear of a guy in his sixties, paroled after a long period inside for sexual offending against girls, re-arrested after indecently assaulting a 95-year-old woman in her rest home.
One may be relieved to hear she was at least alive, so our pensioner sex fiend didn't have to stoop so low as to desecrate a corpse. But you got to ask again: have those erectile aid drugs not got a lot to answer for? Why aren't they outlawed?
I can perfectly believe that guys can get it up for anything, no matter how outlandish or outrageous their object of desire. But really, dudes! Get a grip.
May 31, 2008
May 29, 2008
Dog whistling blokes
The line up [Word document] for the 2008 Rural Bachelor of the Year has been released.
My top-3 picks are Lee Matthews, Robert Pollock and Mark Woodcock.
My top-3 picks are Lee Matthews, Robert Pollock and Mark Woodcock.
May 28, 2008
Political blog survey
Andrew Cushen is writing a thesis on political blogs for a MA in Political Studies at the University of Auckland. As part of his research he’s conducting two surveys that can be found at the links below:
* One for New Zealand Political Bloggers
* One for New Zealand Political Blog Readers
I don't really consider my blog a "political blog" since the survey defines it in more as a party political sense. But hey, as the old hippies had it, the personal is political.
* One for New Zealand Political Bloggers
* One for New Zealand Political Blog Readers
I don't really consider my blog a "political blog" since the survey defines it in more as a party political sense. But hey, as the old hippies had it, the personal is political.
May 25, 2008
May 23, 2008
Time to criminalise heterosexuality? (I repeat)
Now that a jury has found one of the family members not guilty of the murder of the Kahui twins, and the police have closed the file on the case, I can't do anything but repeat what I blogged almost two years ago.
There's really nothing to add but to hope that Zeus will strike them down one day. And that the social services will remove all children from being anywhere near that family. The only support all those adults should get is free sterilisation.
There's really nothing to add but to hope that Zeus will strike them down one day. And that the social services will remove all children from being anywhere near that family. The only support all those adults should get is free sterilisation.
May 22, 2008
Voting has again become an easy choice this year
I have always despised people who made their political vote depend on pocket book issues, I mean, the venality of it all, the refusal to be part of civilisation and pay the price of being member of society. As for people who are floating voters between Tory and Labour I have nothing but contempt too.
Since I first was allowed to vote I have moved a bit politically. It's been a long way from supporting the Maoist-inspired party in suburban Antwerp in the late 1970s (because they were a collective of GPs with a social conscience who set up a group practice which refused to take payment from working class people for doctor visits) to the 1980s Trotskyist rabble-rousers trying to get onto Antwerp City Council in very early attempts to keep the fascists out (said fascists are now one of the bigger factions on the Council, but not due to me, cheers).
Living in Thatcher England never succeeded in turning me Tory either, and for the first four years in New Zealand I was not allowed to vote since I was not a permanent resident - but that didn't prevent the state from taxing my income.
But choice in NZ is quite easy, unless you fret about getting a $25 or a $50 tax cut and find that the most challenging political choice in your life.
This year, an old friend has turned up on the Green Party list, and at #6 quite in an electable place. Kevin Hague was one of the first New Zealanders I have met after I immigrated, and good fun and company he and his partner, Ian, are. They used to live on Waiheke Island until Kevin got a job on the West Coast. There is an interview with him on gaynz.com
I'll be happy to assist him make the move to Wellington in October
Since I first was allowed to vote I have moved a bit politically. It's been a long way from supporting the Maoist-inspired party in suburban Antwerp in the late 1970s (because they were a collective of GPs with a social conscience who set up a group practice which refused to take payment from working class people for doctor visits) to the 1980s Trotskyist rabble-rousers trying to get onto Antwerp City Council in very early attempts to keep the fascists out (said fascists are now one of the bigger factions on the Council, but not due to me, cheers).
Living in Thatcher England never succeeded in turning me Tory either, and for the first four years in New Zealand I was not allowed to vote since I was not a permanent resident - but that didn't prevent the state from taxing my income.
But choice in NZ is quite easy, unless you fret about getting a $25 or a $50 tax cut and find that the most challenging political choice in your life.
This year, an old friend has turned up on the Green Party list, and at #6 quite in an electable place. Kevin Hague was one of the first New Zealanders I have met after I immigrated, and good fun and company he and his partner, Ian, are. They used to live on Waiheke Island until Kevin got a job on the West Coast. There is an interview with him on gaynz.com
I'll be happy to assist him make the move to Wellington in October
No way: I'm a lady!
| Which Disney Villain Are You? | |
 | You are Lady Tremaine. You're the evil stepmother little girls have nightmares about. Hooray for you, who helped kids learn to love their birth parents and do everything possible to avoid stepparents. Next time, though, be careful not to get in between a girl and her dreams. |
| Find Your Character @ BrainFall.com | |
UPDATE: Apparently, Lady Tremaine is Cinderella's evil stepmother. Great, I'd use a range of dildos on Prince Charming after midnight.
Oh, and in the "Which Springfield resident are you?" test I'm Krusty The Clown. Go figure.
May 20, 2008
May 16, 2008
What sexual nationality are you?
A test [flash] on a commercial site promoting a sexual lubricant, but hey, it's one that had me on the floor laughing. I wished the passport control customs officer was like her instead of the tin pot Napoleon I encountered on my last visit to Britain.
I'm apparently 86% French in bed: "For you, love making is a performance art. A form of highbrow expression every bit as rich, complex and meaningful as cinema, literature or ballet."
Not a bad assessment, methinks.
Oh, and play it a few times, the questions vary.
I'm apparently 86% French in bed: "For you, love making is a performance art. A form of highbrow expression every bit as rich, complex and meaningful as cinema, literature or ballet."
Not a bad assessment, methinks.
Oh, and play it a few times, the questions vary.
May 15, 2008
Sex BC (rewrite)
The History Channel has finally broadcast the "Sex BC" mini-series in prime time. Last year, on its first outing, it was buried in the wee hours, probably due to its subject matter, but there's really nothing that would frighten the horses.
It has only three parts dealing respectively with prehistory, Egypt and the Classical period. It's actually quite informative and well presented but throughout you feel this frisson when archaeologists start to speculate - due to the lack of any written material - what all the stuff they have found (large-breasted figurines, wooden dildoes by the box full, graphical and hieroglyphic pornography in scrolls and on the walls everywhere, threesome burials with ritualistic mutilations etc) actually means to an audience steeped in 2000 years of Christianity or 1300 years of Islamism.
A delicious irony is that Egyptology was a favourite pastime of some Victorians who couldn't get all that salacious material fast enough to the vaults of the British Museum to be locked away forever, if it was up to them. And what a contrast too between the sex-everywhere ancient Egyptians and the contemporary repressed Islamic society that inhabits the Nile Delta today. Monotheism has a lot to answer for, and you can't but think that a lot of world trouble would be helped by relieving all that sexual frustration by and repressive submission to religious regimes.
The final installment on the subject of the Classics, from which we libertines and secularists can still learn a great deal sexually, was a very satisfying one because the sex in that historical period was treated as an evolving subject, not as static given. It thankfully covered a much broader range of subjects than the cliche Greek pederasty so beloved by Victorian and modern outrage, but there was some tut-tutting in the programme when it described the symposium culture, where citizens brought their sons who had reached puberty for introduction into civil society - a "coming out" truer to its concept than the modern day versions.
But luckily it also told me a lot I didn't learn in my high school classical education: how did the Greek city states manage such effective fighting forces in their athletically-trained, sexually-competitive youths? How did they breed such good soldiers? (I think a marriage ban before the age of 30 for males would still make sense today) How much was all this vaunted libertine civilisation only an upper-class, male citizen preserve and why does it still fascinate or morally outrage some of us?
A slave economy helped enormously, of course, with women and children as chattels too. The Greek city state and its culture and social organisation was obviously a product of its economic basis. The loyal (sexual) bond between its (citizen) men was a powerful social glue where being a coward on the battlefield in view of your lover was a huge dishonour. This alien (for our modern armies) concept is completely absent in practically every Hollywood sandals and swords movies, the truly atrocious "300" a good example (including the depiction of Spartans fighting in leather jockstraps). Contrast also with Alexander, whose conquering feats a few centuries alter had more to do with a Freudian proving himself to his father - a type of psychological behaviour predating monotheistic submission to the God instead of fighting for your Polis.
Channel 4, which commissioned the series, has a great background article on the issue of sex in history.
It has only three parts dealing respectively with prehistory, Egypt and the Classical period. It's actually quite informative and well presented but throughout you feel this frisson when archaeologists start to speculate - due to the lack of any written material - what all the stuff they have found (large-breasted figurines, wooden dildoes by the box full, graphical and hieroglyphic pornography in scrolls and on the walls everywhere, threesome burials with ritualistic mutilations etc) actually means to an audience steeped in 2000 years of Christianity or 1300 years of Islamism.
A delicious irony is that Egyptology was a favourite pastime of some Victorians who couldn't get all that salacious material fast enough to the vaults of the British Museum to be locked away forever, if it was up to them. And what a contrast too between the sex-everywhere ancient Egyptians and the contemporary repressed Islamic society that inhabits the Nile Delta today. Monotheism has a lot to answer for, and you can't but think that a lot of world trouble would be helped by relieving all that sexual frustration by and repressive submission to religious regimes.
The final installment on the subject of the Classics, from which we libertines and secularists can still learn a great deal sexually, was a very satisfying one because the sex in that historical period was treated as an evolving subject, not as static given. It thankfully covered a much broader range of subjects than the cliche Greek pederasty so beloved by Victorian and modern outrage, but there was some tut-tutting in the programme when it described the symposium culture, where citizens brought their sons who had reached puberty for introduction into civil society - a "coming out" truer to its concept than the modern day versions.But luckily it also told me a lot I didn't learn in my high school classical education: how did the Greek city states manage such effective fighting forces in their athletically-trained, sexually-competitive youths? How did they breed such good soldiers? (I think a marriage ban before the age of 30 for males would still make sense today) How much was all this vaunted libertine civilisation only an upper-class, male citizen preserve and why does it still fascinate or morally outrage some of us?
A slave economy helped enormously, of course, with women and children as chattels too. The Greek city state and its culture and social organisation was obviously a product of its economic basis. The loyal (sexual) bond between its (citizen) men was a powerful social glue where being a coward on the battlefield in view of your lover was a huge dishonour. This alien (for our modern armies) concept is completely absent in practically every Hollywood sandals and swords movies, the truly atrocious "300" a good example (including the depiction of Spartans fighting in leather jockstraps). Contrast also with Alexander, whose conquering feats a few centuries alter had more to do with a Freudian proving himself to his father - a type of psychological behaviour predating monotheistic submission to the God instead of fighting for your Polis.
Channel 4, which commissioned the series, has a great background article on the issue of sex in history.
May 14, 2008
Kiwis turn down spit roast
From the Sydney Morning Herald (via DubDotDash):
"Scruffy New Zealander Jemaine Clement from the folk-parody group Flight Of The Conchords was approached by a girl at a party in Scotland, who invited him to a spit roast. She wanted to know if Bret McKenzie, his band mate, would also attend.What is wrong with Kiwis turning down offers of straight sex? I know spit roasting lesbians is a favourite fantasy of anti-Helen Clark voters, so why isn't it good enough for real red-blooded males? Maybe the Conchord boys have been playing too much folk and should do some rock & roll instead?
Thinking she was referring to a barbecue, Jemaine said yes. Hey, they both liked meat. "She said, 'I wouldn't usually ask. I'm a lesbian,' and I thought, 'Why would that stop you asking for a barbecue?"' Soon after, Clement discovered a spit-roast was British slang for a threesome and declined, mightily embarrassed."
May 13, 2008
Rural Bachelor of the Year 2008
Here we are again for the 2008 edition of Rural Bachelor of the Year at the Hamilton Fieldays. I forgot it was on last year, but you can see the 2006 entries here.In 2007 the winner was a farm manager called Paul Slater (pictured), looking quite dishy.
You don't have to be straight to enter, but I guess it helps. As long as you take me with you on the trip to the Cook Islands when you win. You can keep your chainsaw prize.
Entries for this year close on 16 May. Entry form here.
9 Bonks added extras
You may remember last year's screening of 9 Songs, which I blogged about. Now the NZ Broadcast Standards Authority has upheld a viewer complaint against the film - for not having sufficient warnings about its content beforehand. Not because it had bad sex, bad tits or bad music in it, mind you!
From a professional point of view, I was intrigued to read in the BSA decision that the defendant was TelstraClear, the cable operator, and not the Rialto Channel, the actual broadcaster. Does this mean broadcast platforms will now be liable for content rather than the actual television station? I'm finding out from the BSA.
From a professional point of view, I was intrigued to read in the BSA decision that the defendant was TelstraClear, the cable operator, and not the Rialto Channel, the actual broadcaster. Does this mean broadcast platforms will now be liable for content rather than the actual television station? I'm finding out from the BSA.
May 05, 2008
The real games will be good to miss
Just over three months to go to the updated version of the 1936 Berlin Olympics in Beijing and I can't wait to ignore it all.But not some of the athletes that are worth watching.
There is no need to wait up in the middle of the night for an occasional glimpse of your flame. There is a handy website for perving on your favourite athlete's body part.
And you can mail in suggestions (especially non-American ones) if they have grossly overlooked some body but you have looked over properly.
The site hasn't been updated since the Winter Games, but that should change soon.
You may remember I have blogged about that site before at the previous Olympics in 2004.I will be looking at the men's waterpolo competition, because there is no chance of those silly swimsuits there.
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