My young onions: distasteful though it is, today I begin a new and different species of chemo. The extent to which the violent new toxins will interfere with my ability to discharge my spinster-auntly duties remains to be seen, but the likelihood is that they won’t exactly leave me feeling dewy-fresh. The next day or two will undoubtedly crepusculate gloomily in the absence of my usual sparkling twisticular blogulation, but I trust you will muddle through somehow.
Meanwhile, can I just say that you people who know me, or knew me, in real life, and who are lurking on the blog without saying hi, well, I can’t articulate why, exactly, but it’s kind of creepy, like you’re spying on me. Show yourselves, already. Particularly if we’re sworn enemies, so I can kick your ass.
Meanwhile, because there’s a new “gay movie” out, here’s an article that seems to be saying “gay humans are ‘natural’ because sometimes male sheep fuck each other.”
How about this: everything everywhere is “natural.” Plastic is natural. Murder is natural. Cars are natural. Monsanto is natural. When cockroaches inherit the earth it will be natural. It’s even natural for imbeciles to claim that homosexuality isn’t natural. It can’t be otherwise. That humans have contrived any thought or object or behavior that is not inherent in the very constitution of the earth is impossible. Everything here, as far as the eye can see, was puked out of the guts of the same star. Events–geological, metaphysical, chemical, comical–have proceeded accordingly.
This applies even if it turns out that aliens beamed brainiac messages into the previously empty minds of australopithecenes, causing them to hurl antelope femurs into the air and ultimately resulting in the invention of science fiction. Aliens are natural, too.
When people flit around town opining that homosexuality isn’t natural, what they are really saying is “My primitive intellect is the natural and vulgar consequence of patriarchy.”