www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2799967/gay-couple-kicked-bus-kissing-driver-told-not-real-men.html?ITO=1490&ns_mchannel=rss&ns_campaign=1490
Sorry it's Daily Mail, but you don't need to click or read it to work out what it's about - it's all in the link.
Three main viewpoints from that:
1) Jolly good show, quite right too.
2) Come along, this is 2014, let's get tolerant, people
3) Well ok, that's your choice but don't do it front of me/my kids/anyone I know.
Want to come out and say which you tend towards?
I think I have to say that in my young days I'd have been a 3, and moved towards a 2 over decades, along with society I guess. Never been a 1 though. As it were.
Incidentally, I've written this from a straight point of view, not trying to..hang on..knots tying up here..oh you know what I mean.
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Wholeheartedly in 2014 and tolerant camp.
There is however a point at which, whatever the age and gender mix of the participants, snogging and petting in public goes too far
It looks as though this was on a TfL contracted red bus route. The driver is going to be in big trouble.
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Don't care who or what fancies who or what.
However, as Bromp says, whatever the age, gender or appearance of the people involved, it often goes too far in public and I don't want to see it.
And if you think its bad at times in the UK, then you should see it down here! Serious slobbering and face-sucking pretty much anywhere you look.
In recent years gays have become fairly open here. But that's in recent years; 15 years ago not a soul would have admitted it.
As opposed to Brasil where gay, lesbian and transgender people have been big business for at least 30 years.
But like I said, who cares? Not me, I just don't want to watch.
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I think I'd prefer a general No Petting rule on public transport - along with no music from phones and no chewing gum - but it would have to apply equally to everyone. But perhaps I'm just a middle-aged prude, so if we can't have 3 then 2 all the way for me.
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And on a similar theme, Martin Rawson in today's Guardian:
www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/cartoon/2014/oct/19/martin-rowson-cartoon-catholicism-francis-gay-rights-vatican
Caution, those offended by images of God should not follow the link.
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given some of the stuff that driver must have seen on his bus, this story is verging on the ridiculous. So ridiculous I wont even bother to state my "number"
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Phobia just means an irrational fear, not a hatred or prejudice.
Homo means "the same".
Homophobia could equally mean irrational fear of homoeopathic medicine, or of homogenised milk.
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In my industry it's far more of a faux pas to have the wrong jeans than the wrong genes !
I'm not bothered what people do on buses. They're for those "others" anyway...
;-)
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Thanks for that, Cliff. For your next trick, try nymphomania.
};---)
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I bet the bus driver wouldn't have bothered if it had been two women, it would have been sneaky little looks in his rear view mirror and taking the long route.
How pathetic is he?
Pat
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Like most others here I'm not bothered by what consenting adults get up to, provided they pay their laundry bills. And like others I'm not a voyeur, or curious about the details. I'm as susceptible as the next person to erotic heterosexual imagery, but I don't like or seek porn which is often too exaggerated and explicit to have any real erotic charge.
I seem normal to me, but others may think me unusually strait-laced and inhibited. Takes all sorts.
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In response to Pat - maybe, but in the same story mention is made of two women who were chucked out of Sainsburys for kissing - a customer complained that her child had seen it...
There was then a mass "kiss in" by the gay community in the same store. How d'ya like them apples, Sainsburys?
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>>>a customer complained that her child had seen it...<<
HER is the operative word....can you see a pattern now?
Pat
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I can see two data points - a man complains about two men kissing, and a woman complains about two women kissing. Can't say as that makes a pattern.
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>> >>>a customer complained that her child had seen it...<<
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>> HER is the operative word....can you see a pattern now?
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Yes - a woman's child is "my" child, a man's child is "ours".
Just observing :)
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>> HER is the operative word....can you see a pattern now?
Honestly Pat, I'd have though you were the last person to sexually stereotype the genders, not all women knit you know.
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After visisting my brother he gave me a kiss after dropping me off on the train.Women passenger gave us a filthy look.Brother noticed and said see you again brother soon.
Then the passenger smiled. (strange).
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>> Thanks for that, Cliff. For your next trick, try nymphomania.
>> };---)
or Shepherdomania ....come away? ;-)
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No worries...whatever floats their boats.
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Arabs and North African men often greet each other with a kiss on each cheek, sometimes two or three. You get used to it in the end.
I've been trying to remember when I stopped kissing my father on the cheek. Some time well into adulthood. It was thought soppy by some at school but who gave a damn?
We were on better terms than ever before by the time the old man died. There didn't seem any need for overt displays of affection any more. It was just there.
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>>I've been trying to remember when I stopped kissing my father on the cheek.
I still do.
Kiss *my* father, that is. I've never kissed your father.
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>> Kiss *my* father, that is. I've never kissed your father.
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Mr Brown next door always kisses his wife before he leaves for work - why don't you do that, Henry?
Oh, I couldn't, I hardly know the woman.
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I must have led a very sheltered life and cannot remember coming into contact with any gay people until my early twenties. On an early ski trip, I somehow found myself, almost a beginner, alone high above Val d'Isere. The first gay person I ever knew, a member of the ski club and adored by the female members, chanced upon me struggling down icy black runs and spent two hours guiding me gently back to the chalet. We became good friends after that and is probably the reason why to this day I have an intense dislike of any kind of homophobia.
However, I also dislike any over the top shows of affection in public by any sex. Yuk.
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Similar experience in terms of time as LL. There must have been gay men in West Yorks in the seventies but staying in t'closet.
It came as a bit of a surprise then to find, on moving to London in 1980, that of approx 14 male staff in the office two were openly gay.
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Nowadays I know a few young openly gay people. Of both sexes. The grandson of a good friend is one such. A lovely kind lad. I nicknamed him 'The Presidential Retreat' which he quite liked and it stuck! You can guess his Christian name!
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>> Nowadays I know a few young openly gay people. Of both sexes. The grandson of
>> a good friend is one such. A lovely kind lad. I nicknamed him 'The Presidential
>> Retreat' which he quite liked and it stuck! You can guess his Christian name!
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St Michael's Mount? :-)
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>> Nowadays I know a few young openly gay people. Of both sexes. The grandson of
>> a good friend is one such. A lovely kind lad. I nicknamed him 'The Presidential
>> Retreat' which he quite liked and it stuck! You can guess his Christian name!
Élysée?
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>> Nowadays I know a few young openly gay people. Of both sexes. The grandson of
>> a good friend is one such. A lovely kind lad. I nicknamed him 'The Presidential
>> Retreat' which he quite liked and it stuck! You can guess his Christian name!
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David, of course!
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Big choppers in and out of Camp David regularly apparently.
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Did Samantha tell you that?
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I knew what gays were, theoretically, but I didn't meet any serious ones until I worked as a washer up in one of three or four West End coffee bars, all run by the same woman who I guess was what is known as a 'queen bee'. All the counter staff were screaming drag queens, hilariously funny but a bit malevolent. Their stories had me spellbound, but really they contained far too much information. The queens also thought rather puzzlingly that I was camp and had potential as a rent boy, even offering to bring me punters...
Another guy I knew from university, although not a drop-out like me, worked as a washer-up too. To my great surprise he had an affair with the queen bee, who seemed to me a ghastly old harridan I wouldn't touch with a bargepole. Her one saving grace was her car, an early thirties RR Phantom 2 limousine which she used to park outside the coffee bar on the corner of Whitehall (source of many coffee-bar punters) and Northumberland Avenue.
I've posted all this in the past. Sorry if it seems boring to post it again
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Not at all. Some of us have fading memories.
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Homophobia - Bromptonaut
