Thursday, 29 October 2009

Everything the BNP stands for, I don't.

Over the past few days the main topic of discussion has been Nick Griffin, the representative for the BNP (British National Party) on Question Time, so, I thought, what better to do than blog about it, and explain my views on it.
Obviously, for starters I think that the BNP are a ridiculous organisation, and I thought that before Nick Griffin. I completely disagree with racism, homophobia and discrimination of any sort. I don’t believe a person is less, or more, than anyone because of the colour of their skin, their sexuality, their hair colour etc, but that ‘it’s what’s on the inside that counts’, to be clich├ęd.
Anyway, this episode was shown on Thursday (22nd October), and I actually didn’t watch it then, I iPlayered it on the Friday. The reason that I felt compelled to iPlayer Question Time (as it’s not something I make a habit of!) was because Facebook went crazy about it! There were status’ left, right and centre (well, really they were just up, down and centre on my homepage…) on people disagreeing with him and his policies, and the ones that agreed were dripping with sarcasm. For example, my friend David statused “Nick Griffin is the only man I need in my life.” Which, got a reply along the lines of his ‘four chins’ making someone orgasm. Other status’ were, in essence, inviting people to discuss the BNP, and I joined in on one of these, giving my full knowledge of the BNP to the conversation. What some of the people were quoting intrigued me, and made me want to watch question time. So, on Friday, I did.
This is the description of the show: “The political debate comes from London, with a panel including Justice Secretary Jack Straw; the Conservative spokeswoman for community cohesion, Baroness Warsi; Chris Huhne, Liberal Democrat Home Affairs spokesman; the leader of the British National Party, Nick Griffin; and playwright and author, Bonnie Greer. David Dimbleby chairs.”
The debate started with Jack Straw comparing the BNP to Nazism, which lead Nick Griffin to bring up how Griffin’s father fought the war on Nazi’s, whereas Jack Straw’s father was imprisoned for refusing to fight. I understood what he was trying to show, but c’mon, Jack Straw’s beliefs are not necessarily based on his fathers, and vice versa for Griffin.
Griffin was then challenged by Dimbelby, who chaired the debate, about his quotes in papers etc, which Griffin claims they are all ‘misquotes’. Clearly, they’re not, as Griffin doesn’t even attempt to challenge the misquotes brought up, but claims he never said that ‘black people walk like monkeys’.
Then, along came Bonnie. What a legend. She’s the only one not there trying to get votes, as she’s not a politician, she’s a culturalist. She’s also black, which makes it amusing how she’s sat next to Nick Griffin, whose party has been regularly accused of being racist.
Chris Huhne called Griffin a fascist, and then quoted him, on video footage where Griffin said ‘Then perhaps one day the British people will say every last one will go’ talking about ethnic minorities. He then quoted Griffin as saying ‘Yes, Adolf [Hitler] went a bit too far.’, Huhne then went on to say “Which bit too far, Nick Griffin, did Adolf Hitler go? Was it in gassing Jews? Or bombing British cities? Where did Hitler go a bit too far?” I liked this part a lot, as Chris Huhne said it with so much conviction! Then, in the video footage, there is David Duke, a leader of one sect of the KKK. How did Griffin justify that? By claiming that his sect was an ‘almost non-violent’, as if that’s a good thing? Yes, being exceedingly racist is awesome as long as they’re ‘non-violent’…
Griffin then answered the question of ‘Why should anybody trust what you’re saying?’ with ‘Why should anybody trust any politician?’, which is just saying that no one should trust him, and completely avoiding the question, as he has done continuously. It was a weak, feeble and cowardly answer!
An uproar by the audience was cause by Nick Griffin claiming that he didn’t ‘know why he said those things’, and why he’s ‘changed his mind’…? That’s complete bullshit; he was just too scared to say that he is indeed racist. Massive douche.
Griffin was then asked, by a. Islamic member of the audience, why he thought Islam was a ‘wicked and vicious’ faith. Griffin said it was ‘because women are treated as second class citizens, a woman victim of rape should be stoned to death for adultery and it orders it’s followers to be harsh with non-believers’. This is all in the Koran. Sorry, Nick, but this is an Islam extremists view, no doubt. And in the Bible, for instance, it says that homosexuality is an abomination and ‘a man shall not lie with another man as he does with a woman’, yet there are many homosexual Christians and homo-friendly Christians. The Bible also preaches, in the Old Testament a lot of stuff that it then contradicts, (OT: An eye for an eye. NT: Jesus ‘Turn the other cheek’) which, surely, if we are to believe everything the Bible say, as members of the Islam faith surely take the Koran literally, then Christianity is a screw over too. And if he’s saying that, then he’s destroying his imaginary world of WASPs.
I do have to agree with one thing he’s saying, he’s disagreeing with the war in Iraq. That makes me happy. I find all war pointless. It’s very funny that Griffin and the BNP racist and anti-Islam when there is a black woman and Muslim woman on the panel. I don’t understand anything about politics… But I like how they’re calling her ‘The Baroness’. It makes her sound like she’s from Dr Who.
God, Bonnie talks so much sense; she’s talking about ‘Nick’s own view of
Britain’, saying that his history is bits and pieces, as Griffin wants Britain to be ‘99% pure white’, which Bonnie says isn’t going to ever happen since when the Romans settle in England, as anyone could be part of the Roman Empire (Africans, Asians, Europeans etc) then once the Romans left, they stayed, and ‘hooked up’ with the indigenous whites that came to Britain after the ice age. The thing is, after the ice age, people moved up from the south, as in, not Britain.
Unfortunately, Jack Straw was far too concerned about advertising for whatever party he supports. He ignored questions, he had far too many notes and his answers seemed too scripted, which meant that, not only did it seem fake, but also he avoided questions. Kinda like Nick Griffin, but without the stupid policies.
Then this dude calls him ‘Dick Griffin’ and is like ‘I love this country, I was born here, I was educated her. You’d be surprised how many people would have a whip round to buy you and your supporters a ticket to the South Pole. It’s a colourless landscape, and it’ll suit you fine.’
Now, finally we’re onto the subject that I actually wanted to see; the BNP’s view of homosexuals.
Nick Griffin is “against the teaching of homosexuality to primary school children” in fact he disagreed with “the teaching of any sex”. Erm, excuse me. But since when was homosexuality just about gay sex? It’s not. Yes, you have the stereotype which, I for one, fulfil of the LGBT community being full of promiscuity, but that’s not what being gay is about! If you’re in a same-sex or opposite-sex relationship and if a child asks about it, you’re not going to bring up the fact that you have sex. You’re going to say that you love each other, which is how we should be teaching children about the LGBT community. When you’re teaching them about heterosexuality, you don’t tell them that ‘mummy and daddy boned’! You tell them that they love each other, and they should teach them that love in universal and it’s natural, and normal for people to be homosexual.
Griffin said that he thinks “a lot of people find the sight of two grown men kissing in public really creepy.” And he “understands a lot of homosexuals don’t understand that, but the Christians feel that way, the Muslims feel that way…” No. Homophobes feel that way. I have heterosexual friends who couldn’t care less who is kissing who. The only reason I would find two people kissing ‘creepy’ is if they are creepy individuals! If someone found someone’s skin colour ‘really creepy’, then they would be racist. If someone found someone’s disability ‘really creepy’, then they would be prejudice. So, yes, Nick, you are, indeed, homophobic.
Oh, good news, the BNP believes that homosexuality can still be legal but as long as we keep it behind closed doors. Or not. I don’t want to have to hide who I truly am, just because someone finds who I am and what I do ‘really creepy’.
Oh, apparently preaching homosexuality to school children is ‘perverse’. How?! I wouldn’t call myself a pervert for teaching my little sister that men can love men and woman can love woman. I find that perfectly acceptable, because I’m letting her know that just because something isn’t common; it doesn’t mean it’s not normal.
Regardless, I am even less patriotic now, not because I despise my country, I don’t, but patriotism is what has caused this, and I want nothing to do with that.
Throughout the whole thing I wasn’t too sure about who was representing what party. This is why I’m not voting. Even though people tell me I should because of the suffragettes etc. Fuck that. Because I’m a woman I’m expected to vote? No. I’m also supposed to get married because I’m gay. That’s not happening. Yes, I’m grateful and I have a lot of respect for people who fought these things, and yes, I would fight for these things, but as an individual, I don’t understand politics so I’m not voting and I have no desire at all to get married, so, I’m not.
Well, that was the longest blog I do believe I’ve ever done. Yes, it is like a week late, but I don’t care! It’s over now. Phew.

Friday, 16 October 2009

Cosmetic surgery is a big no from me.

I’m currently on AwfulPlasticSurgery.com and getting genuinely distressed by some of the images on there. It’s not because some of the pictures are utterly hideous, where people have gone too far with extensive Botox, lip fillers and breast implants, but because there are before and after pictures on there and it’s quite clear that the majority of the celebrities who got the surgery clearly didn’t need it. Not to mention the ridiculous amount of money that is spent on it, which could be used so much more wisely.
I quite like this website because it’s not necessarily condoning plastic surgery, it’s not condemning it, but it’s not agreeing.
One of the pictures I came across was a before and after of Angelina Jolie. In the before image she looked 100% shaggable! Genuinely beautiful. She looked so, so good. And then the after image where she’s had rhinoplasty, and a face lift, she looks horrid. Well, in comparison, anyway. The case is the same with most of the other pictures on here.
I comprehend the idea of mediation, so yeah, they could have picked a good ‘before’ picture, and a crap ‘after’ one, but even if it was the other way round, I would most likely pick the before.
It’s upsetting. It’s truly upsetting how due to the media etc, people feel like the need to excel their already beautiful self, by the use of cosmetic surgery. I am really again surgery for cosmetic use. Obviously I can understand someone getting a breast reduction if their boobs are so big they’re causing pain, or something that is for a practical use. But surgery to look ‘better’? No.
What’s worse is when my friends say they’re considering surgery. At seventeen, they’re considering getting plastic surgery. It enrages me. I think it’s disgusting that these beautiful, beautiful people (and that’s not just my opinion, I do have seriously attractive friends) want to change the way they are, even though they are already gorgeous, and they look amazing without having to change a thing.
I admit, I’m not perfect, but who is. To strive for perfection is to strive for the impossible. But there is no way I would want to get surgery! Okay, my neutral mouth makes my lips droop down, and the tip of my nose slightly moves when I talk, I have a round face and I have droopy eyelids (that’s just my face) but so what? Oh, and I have ginger skin! I really don’t care, because I am happy with the way I look. When I look in the mirror, I feel good about myself. I look at myself and think ‘Damn. I so would.’ Because I’ve accepted my flaws and I feel perfectly comfortable with myself in fact, more than comfortable. I wish that everyone could look in the mirror and feel good about themselves and stop struggling to become something they’re not.
Embrace what you have been given as it’s a gift. You’ll enjoy life a lot more if you have self confidence and you’ll have less things to worry about. Remember, your harshest critic is yourself, and the more beautiful you feel, the more beautiful you will look.

Monday, 12 October 2009

The one where no one who knows me should read.

Yes, I’m a pussy, but I can get away with it with the ‘you are what you eat’ excuse, right…?

Wrong. Not if I want to do something about it.

Okay, so here’s something I haven’t blogged about before; my feelings. I’m not entirely sure that I should, because somehow it could get back to those it concerns, but I’m going to type it anyway.
The main thing that’s going on in my life is my love life. In essence, I’ve met this girl, and she’s amazing. Utterly amazing. And I know she likes me too. There are so many catches, it’s unreal. For starters, she’s taken. By a guy! Secondly, she’s straight, or at least has always identified herself as straight, until I came along, being ‘the only girl she’s ever been attracted to’. And thirdly, I’m scared. I’m honestly scared.
It all started at a party, almost two months ago. She was there, with her boyfriend, and I was making out with Lou and Keya. Why? Why not. It’s what we do. Kissing is our thing. And then I was making out with her. I whispered in Lou’s ear, ‘I’m so gonna bone her.’ Because, at the time, I was only interested in getting on thing from her: Poon. (Admittedly, I did manage to take her down to the toilets and get a bit of groping in, but, I digress…)
When I was with her that first time, I didn’t really care about her. I felt no real emotional attachment, or so I thought, maybe it was subconscious, but regardless, I just felt like my usual, over confident, womanizing self. In fact, I made out with four straight girls that evening (it was lacking severely in dykes), three had boyfriends, and it was more than making out with two. See, that’s the kind of person I am.
But yeah, we started talking the next day, due to the powers of MSN, and things went from there. There was no uncomfortable air, and we got on well, really well. I admitted that I liked her, and she said she liked me too, which is weird for me, really weird, since I don’t like girls. I like vagina. I like seducing girls to get in their pants, and to be brutally honest, I will cheat, lie and be a cunt, just to get sex. It’s like a sport to me. But with her, it’s completely different.
With her, I respect her too much to lie to her, so I’ve tried to tell her exactly how I’m feeling about this situation. With her, I can see myself being in a committed relationship, without wanting to cheat. With her, I can see myself being happy.
But equally, I’m scared. I am so very scared. First, all this is foreign to me. I mean, yeah, I’ve been in relationships before, but they’ve been with people I’ve either not liked, or cheated on, or both. But with her, I don’t want to do that. And because I really like her, I’m scared of messing things up. I’m not sure how to handle the situation, and this is hard for me to admit, because I’m such a cool, confident person, who always seems to have things sorted and always has an answer for any situation, but I am terrified of screwing this up. Also, I’m worried that either she’ll cheat on me or I’ll cheat on her, since neither of us have good track records. And what if she decides that she can’t do the same sex relationship thing anymore? But mainly, all this boils down to me being utterly terrified of the reality of the situation, and being scared about getting hurt.
Whenever I’m with her though, I have a really good time. I feel comfortable and relaxed around her. I feel like I can be myself, and I’m allowing her to be herself. We laugh at the stupidest of things sometimes, and it’s really, really nice. It’s lovely. Whenever I talk about her, I go ridiculously femme and start twiddling my hair and sighing. Whenever I can smell her, I take a long breath in, and basically swoon. (In fact, we’ve decided that my hoodie, is now our hoodie, and it currently smells like her because she sprayed it loads with her perfume, and I’ll be doing the same with my Lynx when it’s her turn.) It’s horrible! It’s so unlike me! The thing is; I know I shouldn’t like it, but I do. I really do.
Unfortunately for me, there are two major things stopping us from being together. One, the fact that she still has a boyfriend. And two, she has told me that she is not ready to come out and label herself and she isn’t comfortable with it being public as she feels being will judge and label her, which she has reason to believe, since that is more likely than not what will happen on at least one occasion.
Now, usually this wouldn’t bother me because I’d only be in it for sex. I’d be perfectly happy to be her ‘bit on the side’ and keep it ‘hush, hush’, but not this time. I don’t like the thought of sharing her, I really don’t. Not in a possessive way, but, I can’t explain it, but I know it’s not because I want to own her, but there’s something about knowing she always has the option of going to a nice, heterosexual relationship, with a guy who she knows it works with, and loves, that I’m not too peachy about.
Before I make even less sense, I would like to say something else. This is a very weird situation. Obviously sexual fluidity exists, and I comprehend that, but she’s never been with a girl before, and the other night, she came round mine, and we slept together, in more sense that one. And, it was amazing, to be honest. There was cuddling and kissing, which would ordinarily make me feel slightly sick, but it felt so good. This ‘straight’ girl, with a boyfriend, had sex with me, and it didn’t feel uncomfortable or awkward. It just felt great.
Also, what’s really weird is its National Coming Out Day today. The Beaver Bunch’s (YouTube them) topic this week was about a lesbian who is in a relationship with a unlabelled girl who isn’t ready to come out and all this is happening at the same time!
Unfortunately for me, as I said, at least for the near future, we’re not going to be together. She’s too scared about ‘coming out’, which I’m definitely not going to force her to do. I totally understand that it is something that you do of your own accord, and how and when you feel is best. Also, the slightly problematic ‘her having a boyfriend’ thing ties in quite nicely with the problematic twist of my love life.
So, in conclusion, I have no idea what to do. I know what I want to do. I want to be with her, even though I am totally shitting myself about it, because she is near perfect for me. I know she’s not the best looking girl, or the coolest girl, or whatever, but I don’t care about that. In my eyes, she is insanely amazing. She’s beautiful, she’s sexy, I find her incredibly attractive, she’s funny, she’s easy to talk to, she’s intelligent, she’s caring, she’s… She’s just plain wonderful and I am falling, very deeply and quickly, for her.
To finish this off, I would like to thank one of my best friends. Louisa Marie Maidment. She’s amazing. I know I take the piss out of her a lot in my blogs, but I do love her, with all my heart. I’m always, always here for you, and I really appreciate knowing that you’re there for me. It means a lot to me that I know you care about me. And I love you for that. I love you for so many things you do, and I even love the things I claim to hate, like your laugh, your ‘occasional’, erm, overconfident side, your incredible ability to embarrass me and so much more. I love feeling comfortable with you, in so many ways. I love being able to tell you anything, literally, anything about myself, and the worst I can expect is for you to laugh. I love how, even when you’ve been a complete twat, I can’t stay angry at you. And I love how you’ve got a hold over me, and how I want to talk to you all the time, and how much of an amazing friend you are, not only to me. I love you, Lou. I really, really do.

P.S. I let Lou read this before I posted it, and she said it made her full on cry!