So you think Americans file the most idiotic lawsuits—think again.
Two residents of the Greek Island of Lesbos (a/k/a Lesvos), along with professional homophobe Dimitris Lambrou, have filed a lawsuit against an LGBT group asking that they be enjoined from using the term “lesbian.”
They allege that the straight residents of Lesbos have suffered irreparable "psychological and moral rape" because the term has been hijacked by carpet munchers.
Maybe they have an extremely small point. I suppose Okies wouldn't think it cool if the poet Sappho had heralded from Oklahoma, and the generally accepted term for female homosexuality was "Sooners." Wait—that wouldn't really be very descriptive of female affection and sexuality.
Anyway, the Isle of Lesbos is a real place and has a long history.
Perhaps, you were unfortunate enough to see the oil and leather sizzler 300, a movie much admired by red blooded guys who apparently didn't mind that it was primarily about buffed oily Spartans, outfitted in leather speedos, fighting Persians who did not appear to have any body hair, and had suspiciously orange tans (and not surprisingly all the Persian women were lesbians).
However, you might have missed the portion about the epic battle of the Lesbians against the 300 Persian invaders:
But the most famous resident of Lesbos, was the poet Sappho, born in 620 BC. Much of her writing has been destroyed by various fundie groups throughout history (they are nothing new). But, it is clear from the remaining poems and love letters, that Sappho was always jonesing after other girls.
Alas, there is nothing left of Sapphobut the hill where she had her famous school--and a lot of lesbians.
Despite the claims in the lawsuit, boys being boys, most of the guys of Lesbos seem quite excited about the large influx of lesbians that spend their big fat Greek holiday on the island.
There are some women only resorts, and the village of Eressos (Sappho's birthplace) is an International Lesbian Mecca. Lesbians mill around everywhere, along with the ubiquitous clusters of older Greek men sitting in the taverns talking politics. But, the groups get along harmoniously, even though there is a permanent contingent of dykes who seem to run the town.
I am sure it comes as no shock to learn that cats are everywhere. In every cafe you will be pestered by cats begging for a treat.
There are beautiful beaches on the deliciously warm clear Aegean Sea, hanging octopus drying in the sun, plenty of lesbian shenanigans as well as drama, and of course, way too many awful poetry readings.
And you will never see the crankypants.
They are too busy sitting in their dark holes plotting frivolous lawsuits.
Cheryl Cole, or more accurately Cheryl Tweedy since she is no longer wearing the ring of her cheating football hubby, was named Top Lesbian Icon in a recent British poll.
Well, not top crush in the whole world, or even the British Isles—but tops in the category of WAG—wives and girlfriends of England's national football team—a group more venerated in the UK than even the Windsor girls.
It is curious the ladies at AfterEllen did not even include Cheryl Tweedy in the Top One Hundred Hottieslast year. Maybe they thought we didn't need another Posh Spice. Or maybe the Brits just have better taste. But such Yankee-centric blindness to exquisite eye candy is inexcusable.
After all, any girl who has been plagued (although some might consider it a childhood dream come true) with naked lesbian stalkers should be included in any Sapphic objectification list.
And now there is a legitimate basis for a shred of hope that her inner lesbianism has been brought out, as does sometimes happen with girls on an explosive rebound from a philandering lying sack of shit.
Although Ashley Cole'saffair was with a female hairdresser, there have been rumors that he is gay. It is always possible that the bed hopping was one of those attempts to persuade himself.
Although I attempt to avoid pop psychology on the blog—thats gotta be the deal. A bloke would have to be gay to cheat on this:
For those who don't know who she is , Cheryl Tweedy Cole is the breakout star from Girls Aloud, this century's rather mediocre version of the Spice Girls.
Arguably Cheryl is the least talented of a sorry lot. Then there was that tedious little feud which started when she called Lily Allen“a chick with a dick,” as well as the time sweet cheeks referred to a black toilet attendant (or "bog troll” as the British often refer to keepers of the loo) as a “jigaboo.”
But illusive talent and offensive personality aside, Cheryl Cole is possibly the hottest chick in the British Isles.
So I can see why the limey lesbians are quite fond of her.
What is an upright decent gay Muslim to do when parental nagging becomes unbearable, and all your friends are beginning to suspect the unthinkable?
Why marry a lesbian, of course. It is not necessary that the dude take an uppity, rabble rousing, lipstick dyke like Irshad Manji.
There are some traditional, but gay, girls who would be happy to live and let live behind the cloak of a loveless marriage:
What a great sanctuary this would be for the bride. I can not imagine a more socially ostracized and lonely person than a Muslim woman who also happens to be gay. And it could only be more perfect if Wife No. 2 happened to be the girlfriend.
Although there are some outright Islamic groups, and even a Muslim lesbian rightsmovement, the subterfuge of the marriage veil is more practical in a society that has to deal with an awful lot of institutionalizeddiscrimination before they will ever get around to gay folks.
Not that the Prophet had a lot to say about sapphic love. Like the Bible, the Quran only contains one extremely ambiguous passage about "unnatural" female behavior:
"If any of your women commit fornication, call in four witnesses from among yourselves against them; if they testify to their guilt confine them to their houses till death overtakes them or till Allah finds another way for them. "
Nonetheless there is a great deal of enthusiastic persecution of both gays and lesbians behind the Islamic Curtain. First time lesbian deviants can usually get away with a hundred lashes
However, repeat offenders are stoned or hung in Iran. Saudi Arabia lops off heads, and, except for those enlightened nations which impose a couple decades of prison, the hapless lesbian is, by whatever means, dispatched into an afterlife, which the clerics fervently hope is not inhabited by seventy-two vestal virgins.
And lets face it, being gay and Muslim is not exactly a recipe for success in the West either.
So it is, that across the planet, gay and lesbian Muslimshave started to pursue this type of queer marriage of convenience.
Although romantics frown on sham marriages, this arrangement is not all that bad. It is certainly preferable to the situation where a woman wonders for years what happened to their sex life, and only gets the answer when the cops bust hubby doing a tap dance in an airport bathroom stall.
For queer Muslims, who consider themselves devout, it seems less hypocritical than the Misyar marriage-- a casual, generally temporary, marriage of convenience used by horny men who are traveling, and wish to relieve their groinal needs in a religiously sanctioned way.
And it can not help but undermine Sharia, and soften the heart of Islam.
So you think Americans file the most idiotic lawsuits—think again.
They allege that the straight residents of Lesbos have suffered irreparable "psychological and moral rape" because the term has been hijacked by carpet munchers.
Maybe they have an extremely small point. I suppose Okies wouldn't think it cool if the poet Sappho had heralded from Oklahoma, and the generally accepted term for female homosexuality was "Sooners." Wait—that wouldn't really be very descriptive of female affection and sexuality.
Perhaps, you were unfortunate enough to see the oil and leather sizzler 300, a movie much admired by red blooded guys who apparently didn't mind that it was primarily about buffed oily Spartans, outfitted in leather speedos, fighting Persians who did not appear to have any body hair, and had suspiciously orange tans (and not surprisingly all the Persian women were lesbians).
However, you might have missed the portion about the epic battle of the Lesbians against the 300 Persian invaders:
But the most famous resident of Lesbos, was the poet Sappho, born in 620 BC. Much of her writing has been destroyed by various fundie groups throughout history (they are nothing new). But, it is clear from the remaining poems and love letters, that Sappho was always jonesing after other girls.
Alas, there is nothing left of Sappho but the hill where she had her famous school--and a lot of lesbians.
Despite the claims in the lawsuit, boys being boys, most of the guys of Lesbos seem quite excited about the large influx of lesbians that spend their big fat Greek holiday on the island.
There are some women only resorts, and the village of Eressos (Sappho's birthplace) is an International Lesbian Mecca. Lesbians mill around everywhere, along with the ubiquitous clusters of older Greek men sitting in the taverns talking politics. But, the groups get along harmoniously, even though there is a permanent contingent of dykes who seem to run the town.
I am sure it comes as no shock to learn that cats are everywhere. In every cafe you will be pestered by cats begging for a treat.
There are beautiful beaches on the deliciously warm clear Aegean Sea, hanging octopus drying in the sun, plenty of lesbian shenanigans as well as drama, and of course, way too many awful poetry readings.
