Tom, Harrison, Mark Wiercx and anyone else who might have missed my blog and said as much; here I am again after my two weeks absence, an interesting two weeks I have to say, so no doubt it will take up a fair amount of comment
Arrived back in Crete on the ferry, Elyros at five a.m., the only bit of the trip I dislike, being woken at that distinctly ungodly hour. Notice how we use the name of god even when we don’t believe in him. Interesting. I saw in London, unlike in Italy where furious Catholics evidently won the day and had it banned, the humanists have put their £140,000 campaign into action and the sides of some buses bear the slogan “There is possibly no God so relax and enjoy yourselves.” Note the word ‘possibly’. Nothing like being on the safe side even if it does mean being a wee bit mealy mouthed. However I do like the admonition to relax and enjoy yourselves which evidently is something too many of our religious brethren are simply unable to do, particularly when it comes to sex, and even more particularly when it comes to what is considered to be abnormal sex. Now as far as my admittedly limited biological and psychological life experience is concerned it is my belief that the only normal thing about sex is the urge for orgasm. How orgasm is actually achieved, all the extra frilly bits, all the fetishes, all the deviations, all the imagination, the fantasy, etc., is gilding on the gingerbread but no, for some normal sex is for no other purpose than that of procreation, should never be indulged in for pleasure, should not deviate from the missionary position and should be over and done with as quickly as possible. What has brought on this subject yet once again, though I am sure it won’t be for the last time was, while in Athens, watching Larry King on CNN interviewing a fundamentalist preacher, the Rev. Ted Haggard, married for so many years and father of five, confessing and repenting his dalliance with a male prostitute. His agony was only too obvious as he admitted that yes, he still had thoughts about men. Heavens to Betsy, perish the thought! The question is would he be squirming quite so much had he not been found out? His wife, bless her, was standing by her man despite his departure from the straight and narrow but, Ted, you are not the first reverend to have this secret desire and you most certainly won’t be the last. I’m glad for your sake that your family and, hopefully, the faggot haters amongst your congregation are with you all the way. Perhaps your downfall might open their eyes to a fact of nature they would rather not acknowledge. In the meantime the therapy you are undergoing, no doubt extremely expensive, I hate to tell you will do you absolutely no good at all. Accept that, even if you never again succumb to temptation, you will always have these urges and just relax and enjoy yourself. Your god who possibly doesn’t exist, will forgive you. You have my personal assurance.