I stand with Israel. I always have and I always will. Am Yisrael Chai!
Author: Rod Fleming
Scottish Writer, photographer, artist and musician. Currently living in the Philippines with the lovely Sam. I like photography, art, motorcycling, food (too much) sailing and dogs. I am a published author.
The New Gay Man seeks to preach a doctrine that being ‘gay’ is about manly manly men* TM (with perhaps a little sweaty sock essence just to make it all more convincing) having sex with other manly men, their clones.
Yet when we look through history, where is this manly model? Nowhere. It is an invention, an artefact of the 1960s. It is an expression of rank homophobia, expressed by men who themselves claim to be homosexual. As such it stinks — and not just of liniment.
So what can a feminine boy do, confronted by this? Until very recently, if he expressed his natural femininity in any way at all, he could look forward to being administered shots of testosterone to ‘man him up’ not to mention the routine beatings and insults which came not only from the mainstream culture around him, but also from the manly manly New Gay Man…a young homosexual male can be anything he likes these days, my dears, except a girl. Oh, no, that is never tolerable. That is the line one must not cross.
Boracay is a bouquet of impressions. Triangular sails silhouetted against the sunset, tropical forest all around, an avenue of palms along the beach. Pure white sand, clear, unpolluted tropical water, adventure excursions, fun night-life and a laid-back atmosphere—not to mention exotic dancing girls. All this at prices that remain very reasonable. Does this appeal? Well, instead of Phuket or Bali, consider a trip to Boracay instead.
Boracay (pronounced bor-AH-cay) is an island in the Western Visayas region of the Philippines. It’s a popular resort amongst Filipinos and other Asians. It has an amazing beach, lots of eco-tourism and adventure sport, and great night-life. However it is relatively unknown by Western tourists, and remains fairly unspoiled and friendly. Plus, for Brits and other anglophones, English is almost universally understood and very widely spoken in the Philippines.
Part Two of the series on how to repair your own violin
Basics of repair
There is a grand tradition of fiddlers who repair their own instruments, as I said. Just because you happen to be a player does not make you useless, after all.
To repair your own instrument gives great satisfaction. I have one fiddle which is over two hundred years old which I found in bits, with all her varnish stripped. She would surely be worth more financially if I had had a restorer fix her, but I did it myself, she sounds and plays wonderfully, and I get a real kick out of the fact that I saved her myself. Because, believe me, she was kindling-wood before.
In the recent past I have been asked about my definition of homosexuality. This appears to be mainly from people who erroneously use the term ‘gay’ to mean ‘homosexual’. As I have already stated in articles, ‘gay’ is a lifestyle that encompasses many who are not homosexuals. Homosexuals may be a subset of ‘gays’, but they are not the same.
Until the intervention of Alfred Kinsey in 1946, the definition of homosexuality — Karl Maria Kertbeny (1824-1882) coined the term “homosexuality” in 1869 — was understood to apply to a feminine male, often stylish and artistic, who desired to be the receptive partner in sex with conventionally masculine males. ‘Homosexual’ was intended to replace terms like ‘sodomite’, ‘catamite’ and so on.
In the past walls were rendered and plastered with lime. Lime is a truly wonderful material that can be bent to a whole series of uses, but as a render on stone it is unsurpassed. It ‘breathes’, allowing moisture to escape and suppressing damp walls. This is because it is very porous. So why are there damp walls in so many old houses today?
Phuket, Thailand. Midnight: Bangla Road is packed with tourists. They’re mostly Westerners and Russians, but many Asians and a smattering of Indians. There seems a disproportionate number of unattached males.
The music is very loud, and throbbing. Outside the bars, on elevated stages, Thai girls are dancing provocatively. They’re tall, fantastically beautiful, and seductive. They look, and move, like supermodels, but with better bodies. Then you realise: there are other Thai women here too, but they’re short, cute and pretty, not at all statuesque or magnificent. Alongside the kathoey, Thailand’s famous trans women, they are all but invisible, like candles next to a searchlight. It’s easy to see who has the attention of the gathered men.
On stage, one girl rolls her dress down to her hips so that her naked breasts and torso – she sports an intricate tattoo on her back – are shown off, as she wriggles to the thrumming music. Her body is as flawless as a Greek goddess’ and her dance mesmerising as a Siren’s: you just can’t help but watch and smile at her exquisite insouciance.
Terisa is a ladyboy from Thailand. It’s immediately obvious how beautiful she is. Her performance of femininity is flawless. The word ‘Ladyboy’ covers a gamut of different local terms, all referring to the same thing, unmasculine, often highly feminine males who seek heterosexual men as partners.
A ladyboy from Thailand
A ladyboy from Thailand is known locally as a kathoey, though this is an English oversetting, as Thai doesn’t use the same alphabet as English. A ladyboy can be a feminine homosexual male, a ‘gay man’ in the West, although these are usually much more girly than is usual there. It is most commonly understood however to mean a homosexual male who has socially completed as a woman, invariably dressing and presenting as one, almost always taking hormones to further feminise her naturally beautiful features and to prevent any masculinisation. Most ladyboys remain genitally intact.
A ladyboy like Terisa is a natural homosexual male, that is to say, a congenital Sexual Invert. In cultures like those in southeast Asia, the bogus separation between sexual orientation and gender does not apply. A homosexual male is not a man, in fact Don Kulick, in discussing similar phenomena in Brazil, described them as ‘not-men.’ This is accurate because in order to be a man, one must be masculine, and there is no such thing as a masculine homosexual male — even though this may be disputed in the West.
Well it’s been quite a couple of weeks here at the fun factory, so if I didn’t wish it before, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year — and if you are one of those miserable cunts who insist on saying ‘Happy Holidays’ well, fuck that, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. See, I’m not vindictive.
Anyway, it has been quite the Festive Season. Here I am in sunny Pampanga, Philippines, with the delightful Sam Villasencio and we are getting along just fine. On Christmas Eve we went to see friends of hers who live nearby, which turned into a typically Filipino party with Red Horse shots and much music and dancing.
We men were treated to a twerking display by the girls and I am happy to say
that Sam help up the side very well. Food was courtesy of Renz and his wife Joanna but Renz did most of the cooking while Joanna, a classic Pinay beauty, entertained.
On the 25th of February 2017, my then girlfriend Sammi and I went to Malolos, the capital of Bulacan, to see a ladyboy parade; but it never appeared. Ladyboy levels of disorganisation are, of course, legendary, in addition to which, they were probably working on Filipino time, which makes ‘manana’ sound urgent. Still, a couple of nice cold Red Horses and some good pictures.