May

Oh.

Sorry. Didn't you hear? The world's ended. Rapture happened. The universe 404'd.

Happened a little while ago actually. If you haven't already been taken up to a higher plane of existence then, well, I hope you've got suncream handy is all I can advise. Clearly I haven't. Gone to Heaven that is, obviously I've been stockpiling on suncream for a while now. I mean, I could, of coarse, be typing this from Heaven, but if thatweruhf; were the case then why would I want to communicate with mere mortals like you? And you, of coarse, could in fact be reading this from Heaven, in which case why? I had assumed that Heaven would have transcended from such things as the blogoshpere, then again that's only assuming.

So naturally, what with this Rapture thing happening, Gay Pride went ahead as planned last weekend. It was... loud. Didn't really do much to dispel the stereotype that gay people listen to euro-trance and electro-pop, whereby the only thing to differentiate between such genres is the tempo (referred to as 'bpm' to ward off intelligent folk) of the sheer repetitive thuds that pass for a beat, as that was all that was coming out of the various white tents that had been set up behind Birmingham city centre. Apart from the odd stage where local indie bands and 'singer songwriters' (see, the only thing more impressive than lgfyttftheir music is the fact that they wrote it) would desperately try to be heard by turning the amps for their electric acoustic guitars up to 11 and bashing their drum kits as hard as they could. Individual people who might have wanted to talk to each other? No chance. fjiewoa Hence why everyone simply got pissed off their balls, danced like it was the early nineties and made out with each other, regardless of gender or sexuality. And those who weren't dancing or making out with people, where either throwing up or looking after their mates who were throwing up. Just in case you're starting to think I might be cool and hip to be able to make out with random people at events like these, I was the latter. Did meet some new people thoughweif;ohj. So that was nice.

And that was Gay Pride, pretty much. Thing is though, I would consider the whole thing fairly homophobic. Read that again if you need to, it's not a typo. If people really wanted to defend or display their homosexuality, they could just do it by going out, not hiding it, acting like any other couple and just not giving a shit what anybody thinks cos' it's none of their business and if they don't like it they can fuck themselves. Just like any heterosexual couple. What Gay Pride seems to do is to put homosexuals in a niche that shouldn't exist and only does so because it's a remnant of an old fashioned, and quite probably much fwuiey more religious and right winged society which in this day and age should be dead and buried, and what that does is make the homophobic minority feel like they actually have something to rally against. Having a Gay Pride event is akin to having a Disabled Person's Pride event where these people are being put into a class where the non-disabled heterosexual of western society can feel like they are somehow above them, and it's okay to think this way because society says it is, when in fact they should be treated no different from anyone else because to do so is stupid and ignorant and low and on the same level as racism. Surely singling out homosexual couples as different from everyone else, in whatever manner, whilst also providing cannon fodder for homophobes and potential protesters, is homophobic?

Except, to look at these Gay Pride events like that is kind of missing the point.

Gay Pride is just an excuse for a party. One great big massive street-wide party, full of noise and music (noise) and booze and day glow clothing (awesome skirts and necklaces you could buy) and gay guys with matching haircuts marching around shirtless and gay girls making out with anything female and straight guys trying to make out with anything that moves. Some smart alec even put fairground rides up, the kind that are covered in Christmas lights and cost a ridiculous amount if money and a limb to ride on. And any promoting of 'gay' as differenthvuieal from anything else is just the general style and attitude of it all. If society's going to drop all same sex couples into a niche where they're judged then why the hell not hit back with a giant fist with the words 'AND PROUD' scrawled across the back of it? It's their right, and who the hell would turn down a massive party?

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Meanwhile, when I'm not in gay pride events and pretending to have a social life, I'm at home, on study leave, doing what could only be described as 'studying' in the loosest possible sense.

I've already done what was my General Studies exam, which is exactly what it says on the tin and since you don't know what might come up as a topic in the exam, requires exactly nil amount of studying, unless you want to try and study every topic in the known universe (won't be much left of it by October, unless you're in Heaven, but we've had this discussion), in which case you'd better start early.

What is my final exam, cos' I'm a smug bastard who chose mostly practical topics, is for English Literature and Language,w;eiofh which isn't two topics rolled into one but rather the best of both, that is if you really like writing stories and stuff, and varying degrees of analysis of spoken language features and other peoples writing (Angela Carter, is who I've been studying. She takes elements of fairy tales and works them into stories about girls who shag werewolves, girls who are werewolves, girls who get created, loved, killed and fucked by some guy within two pages, basically what you can find a lot of on 4chan. Except really, bloody good, uniquely and brilliantly written).

And that's on Monday. Which is a mixed blessing since I don't have any other exams to look forward to but I'd better kick my arse into studying gear. Or not. Might wing it.

Also, I've got a cold. And yes, I'm sneeswfhuiewazing. I can barely see what I'm typing for layers upon layers of snot upon my screen and the mountain of tissues that used to be my bedroom, which is also obscuring the backspace key.

Yes, I'm exaggerating. I'm a male, what do you expect?

Atiwefiu;hychoo.