i used to live with some mates, two of which loved the bum. its all very well tolerating someones lifestyle, but when theyre prancing round the house in a dress, and havent even shaved their legs, or you get woken up by the sounds of two men at it, its difficult. i was fine about it, but i did ask them to keep it down a bit. and moved out. its one thing being tolerent, but you can tolerate things which do seem to ming quite a lot.
also i find it hard letting go of “gay” as an insult. its just so funny, and has such a lot of mileage. i can say till im blue in the face that just beause i’ll say some thing crap is “so fucvking gay, its like barrymore on crack” doesnt mean i dont like gays. but i can totally see why gays get the arse (arf) when people use “gay” as a derogitory term. its only a matter of time, tho. people dont use race related insults quite as feely as they once did, and teh prevailing othodoxy in britain is that those batting for the other side are all good.
living in brighton, there are tonnes of bumbuddies and rug munchers all over the shop, and i feel great to be in a place where they can express their love openly. the more love in the world the better, surely. seeing people in love always cheers me up, no matter what gender any of the partners are.
