Reflections on life at “De Witte Wand”…

  • Sad To Be Gay…

    …that’s the title of a programme to be broadcast on BBC2 tomorrow night.
     
    The synopsis makes pretty depressing reading – but at the risk of pre-judging it, I will stick my neck out and say that (a) David sounds a pretty depressed character to start with and (b) the treatment centre in America that promises "freedom from homosexuality through the power of Jesus Christ" sounds like a vision of hell here on earth, particularly when we learn that ‘many of the centre’s staff and its clients are also "struggling with same sex attraction".’
     
    It sounds like a real barrel of laughs.
     
    When will these idiots get it through their heads that sexual orientation is akin to handedness. Consider:
    "Here is the profile of a trait on which clinical research has been done for decades. It is taken from the published scientific literature. The trait should be rather obvious:
    1. This human trait is referred to by biologists as a "stable bimorphism"- it shows up in all human populations as two orientations- expressed behaviorally.
    2. The data clinicians have gathered says that around 92% of the population has the majority orientation, 8% has the minority orientation.
    3. Evidence from art history suggests the incidence of the two different orientations has been constant for five millennia.
    4. The trait has no external physical, bodily signs.  That means you can’t tell a person’s orientation by looking at them. And the minority orientation appears in all races and ethnic groups.
    5. Since the trait itself is internal and invisible, the only way to identify an orientation is by observing the behavior or the reflex that expresses it. However-and this is crucial-
    6. – because the trait itself is not a "behavior" but an internal, invisible orientation, those with the minority orientation can hide, usually due to coercion or social pressure, by behaving as if they had the majority orientation. Several decades ago, those with the minority orientation were frequently forced to behave as if they had the majority orientation- but internally the orientation remained the same and as social pressures have lifted, people with the minority orientation have been able to openly express it.
    7. Clinical observation makes it clear that neither orientation of this trait is a disease or mental illness. Neither is pathological in any observable way.
    8. Neither orientation is chosen.
    9. Signs of one’s orientation are detectable very early in children, often, researchers have established, by age two or three. And one’s orientation probably has been defined at the latest by age two, and quite possibly before birth.

    These data indicated that the trait was biological, not social, in origin, so the clinicians systematically asked more questions. And these started revealing the genetic plans that lay underneath the trait:

    1. Adoption studies show that the orientation of adopted children is unrelated to the orientation of their parents, demonstrating that the trait is not created by upbringing or society.
    2. Twin studies show that pairs of identical twins, with their identical genes, have a higher-than-average chance of sharing the same orientation compared to pairs of randomly selected individuals; the average rate of this trait in any given population- it’s called the "background rate"-is just under 8%, while the twin rate is just above 12%, more than 50% higher.
    3. This trait’s incidence of the minority orientation is strikingly higher in the male population- about 27% higher-than it is in the female population. Many genetic diseases, for reasons we now understand pretty well, are higher in men than women.
    4. Like the trait called eye color, the familial studies conducted by scientists show that the minority orientation clearly "runs in families," handed down from parent to child.
    5. This pattern shows a "maternal effect," a classic telltale of a genetic trait. The minority orientation, when it is expressed in men, appears to be passed down through the mother.
    Put all this data together, and you’ve created the trait profile. The trait just described is, of course, handedness."
    The above comes from an article written by Chandler Burr and it’s worth reading.
    There was a time when the left-handedness trait was actively considered sinful, and great attempts were made to stamp it out. Nowadays, people do not apply moral judgements to it. How long will it be before the same applies to the various expressions of sexual orientation?
     
     

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  • On Being a Mother Hen

    I was asked to look after a teenager last Saturday. This is not something I often get a chance to do. The background is that an acquaintance of ours has a 15 year old daughter. The daughter wanted to see the Amsterdam Canal Parade (she’s lesbian), but the parents were unable to take her, and didn’t really want to let her go by herself into the big, bad city of Amsterdam.
     
    So yours truly stepped in and offered to be the mother hen for the day.
     
    I have to say it was an absolute delight. The daughter was really excited about seeing her first Canal Parade (and I was somewhat astonished to learn that this would be only her second time ever of being in the centre of Amsterdam. I mean, it’s not as if Gouda is a million miles away).
     
    What made it a delight was the fact that she is so open and natural about herself. When I was 15, I was terrified about anyone finding out that I was – shudder – gay, least of all my parents. And yet here she is, totally accepting about her whole self, and, what’s more, so are her parents – who were really pleased that I had agreed to chaperone her during the day.
     
    She had a great time – and so did I.

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  • Twisty’s Unusual Afternoon

    Twisty Faster has a blog, I Blame the Patriarchy, that can usually be relied upon to take an ironic, if not occasionally dyspeptic, view of life.
     
    Being a self-confessed spinster aunt, she has not herself experienced the ‘joys’ of childbirth. Recently, however, she was privileged (if that is the word) to be present at the birth of her niece – an experience that clearly took her somewhat aback.
     
    There clearly is no Intelligent Designer – unless he is a mysogynistic psychopath, or she a masochist. If I were a woman, I don’t think I’d want to put myself through childbirth.
     
    As Stephen Fry is reputed to have said: When I was born, I remember looking back up at my mother and saying, "that’s the last time I’m going up in one of those." 

    2 responses to “Twisty’s Unusual Afternoon”

    1. Polly Avatar
      Polly

      I think Stephen Fry admits stealing that quote from some one else, but I can’t remember quite who at the moment, so it was obviously someone much less famous. We might as well attribute it to him, then. It makes the quote sound more interesting.Your blog is really good! It’s a relief to come across one that isn’t written in roughly transliterated cockney, for once.

    2. Geoff Avatar
      Geoff

      Thanks for the kind comments, Polly. I expect you’re right about Stephen Fry appropriating the quotable quote. What was the exchange between Wilde and Whistler? Wilde: "I wish I’d said that". Whistler: "You will, Oscar, you will".

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  • The Amsterdam Canal Parade – Part 3

    I’m putting a selection of the photos I took at the Parade into a photo set up on Flickr here. There’s over 180 photos at the moment, and I’ve got more to add…
     

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  • The Amsterdam Canal Parade – Part 2

    I’m pleased to be able to say that people from my old employer – Shell – had a boat in this year’s Canal Parade. While employees of Shell Oil (US) have participated in Houston’s Gay Pride for a number of years now, this was the first time that Shell employees in the Netherlands had a boat displaying the Shell brand in Amsterdam’s Canal Parade. They had the full support of Shell Nederland to do this, and the theme of the boat was support of diversity and inclusiveness.
     
    Folks that I know from the GLBTN (Gay Lesbian Bisexual and Transgender Network) of Shell in the Netherlands, together with people from the other employee networks, such as the Women’s Network, worked hard to organise and decorate the boat. As well as the terrific singers and drummers on the boat, my husband was also asked to choreograph a short routine for the dance troupe drawn from the participants.
     

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    You can see more photos of the Shell boat up on Flickr here.

     

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  • The Amsterdam Canal Parade 2005 – Part 1

    Yesterday, 6 August, was when this year’s Canal Parade, organised by the G. B. A. (the Gay Business Amsterdam Foundation) was held. It was the tenth anniversary of this event. What started out as merely an excuse for a party has evolved over the years to have a political tinge. This year, perhaps more than ever, the message behind the horns, the whistles and the heavy disco dance music was: "We’re Here, We’re Queer – Get Used to It!"
     
    The parade was led by a boat draped in white carrying the photograph of the two teenagers hanged on the 19th July in Iran for the ‘crime’ of being gay. A sombre beginning to a parade that, despite the occasional shower, delighted the 350,000 onlookers lining the Amsterdam canals.
     

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  • Tears of the Black Tiger

    The husband has taken himself off to Amsterdam to prepare for the Amsterdam Canal Parade tomorrow (of which more tomorrow or Sunday), so I settled in to watch a film from Thailand: Fai Talai Jone (Tears of the Black Tiger).
     
    Well, it’s described as a "bonkers Thai Western", and that’s not far from the truth. It’s as camp as a row of tents, shot in sugar candy colours, with a number of the actors (particularly Supakorn Kitsuwon as Mahesuan) camping it up something rotten. Despite all that (or perhaps because of it) it is a very effective melting pot of the fifties Western, the Spaghetti western, Thai film and fifties Hollywood tearjerkers.
     
    The hero and heroine (Chartchai Ngamsan and Stella Malucci as the Black Tiger and Rampoey respectively) play it straighter, although still heavily stylised, and they made me believe in the central love story. Arawat Rangvuth as Police Captain Kumjorn comes across well as the spurned husband, so much so that by the end of the film I felt sorry for him. And I just loved Sombat Metanee as the gangleader Fai – was it deliberate that he looked so much like Charles Bronson?
     
    Despite the campery, there are times when the film is dripping with blood a la Peckinpah. But overall, I could take that when it was put alongside the scenes with striking visuals such as the summerhouse in the lake of lotus blossom.
     
    The director was Wisit Sasanatieng, and I look forward to seeing what he comes up with next.

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  • Richard Feynman

    In 1979, the late, great Richard Feynman gave a series of four lectures on physics at the University of Auckland. These were filmed and they are available online as streaming videos here.
     
    Feynman was such a brilliant communicator and it is a real pleasure to be able to watch and listen to him explain fundamental physics using nothing more than his intelligence, his wit, a piece of chalk and a blackboard.
     
    (hat tip to the Poor Man for the link)

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  • Bad Taste…

    …doncha just love it? Though I think you’d have to go a long way to find something blacker than this. Still, it raised a wry smile and a groan from me.

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  • Travel Breaks I Can Do Without

    When I say that I’m retired, people often respond by asking where I’m planning to go on my travels. Frankly, I’m not a great traveller. For the most part, give me the garden, a good book and a glass of wine and I’m in heaven.
     
    Today, Gavan Naden in the Guardian has put together ten further reasons why I have no desire to go dashing off on travel breaks, his list of ten breaks that most people could do without.
     
    I see that one of the breaks is based in the land of my birth: A Two Day Celebration of Animals at the BrightLife Centre in the Isle of Man. Reading the synopsis of this is enough to make me despair for the future of the human race. Yes, I know that there are people doo-lalley enough to believe in this crap, but it really makes me fear for the waste of brains that is going on. The Centre appears to be a hotbed of hocus-pocus and pseudoscience. I see one of the other courses is an "Angel Experience Day" – the synopsis of this makes for depressing reading for anyone with a smattering of rationality as well. At least I suppose I can be thankful that this day, unlike a similar course offered in South Africa does not appear to have a "Fun exercises with the Angels" segment.
     
    Given the choice between a stay at the BrightLife Centre and Bog-snorkelling in Wales, I think I would almost choose the bog-snorkelling. It may be crap I would be swimming in, but at least it’s good honest crap with no pretensions to being other than what it is.

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  • George, Don’t Do That*

     
    Well, George has been using his powers of oratory again, but this time to rather more shameful rabble-rousing and tub-thumping. You can see the video transcripts here. As ButterfliesAndWheels says, this is lynch-mob language. It is misogynist, sexist racist communalist slavering garbage.
     
    I think Hilzoy over at Obsidian Wings sums up the sinking feeling I had when I watched the video and heard Galloway’s words.
     
    * With apologies to dear, gentle Joyce. Those were simpler times. 

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  • Down on the Farm

    Martin and I paid a visit to two friends at their farm in Flevoland yesterday. A pleasant day out. Here’s some shots from their garden.
     

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  • The Far Reaches of Food

    I’ve never actually been able to bring myself to swallow a live oyster, so to read about eating live octopus tentacles makes me realise the attractiveness of Tofu.
     
    Update: watch the video for the full horror of this dining experience. This is clearly a dish that will end up on the menu of El Bulli any day now.

    2 responses to “The Far Reaches of Food”

    1. Jason Avatar
      Jason

      Ew — that’s gross.I added you as a blog link on my blog. You’re called Mr. Geoff – "A retired guy from Europe who likes his capuccino."Hehe –BlueEyedLevity

    2. Geoff Avatar
      Geoff

      BlueEyedLevity, thanks for the cross reference. Cheers, Geoff

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  • MRDA

    MRDA stands for "Mandy Rice-Davies Applies"  – dating from the time of the Profumo scandal in Britain. It would seem to apply to the recent pronouncement by the Health Professions of South Africa who today cleared the South African Health Minister of any wrongdoing over her statements about how to deal with AIDS.
     
    It seems to me that the Health Professions of South Africa are a body who deserve to be scorned, and South Africa’s Health Minister escapes to let more South Africans die needlessly. I don’t know who I hold in more contempt.

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  • Zach’s Back

    Zach has apparently returned from his stay in the Love in Action facility and announces the fact. The comments, and Zach’s occasional reactions in the comments thread make interesting reading.
     
    Bottom line? I don’t know what’s true and what isn’t in this story. If Zach has in fact written this last entry in his blog then he seems to be a strong young man who will bend with the wind in order to continue growing. I hope so.

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  • The JCB Song

    And now, by way of something a little lighter, here’s the JCB song by Nizlopi, with a charming video from Monkeehub (and a nice web site, too). Be sure to read the story behind the song.
     
    (hat tip to Daddy, Papa and me for the link)

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  • Stevie and The Empress of China

    I make a point of reading Flea’s One Good Thing  blog, because her postings generally do one of two things (or both): they make me laugh out loud, or they make me reflect on the human condition.
     
    This post: Stevie made me do both. In it she talks about a documentary – Stevie – and muses on the real-life characters and the events that occur around them. I haven’t seen the documentary, but her description of the events and her reflection on how us humans can behave for good or ill makes me want to seek it out. The mainspring for the events in the documentary is how someone who was abused as a child can often grow up to be an adult who also abuses.
     
    That got me thinking about an old Dory Previn song, The Empress of China:
    i tell you how i hate you
    in the voice my father used
    you answer with your mother’s worn cliches
    and in another life
    your father hears his wife
    and i see his fury blazing in your gaze
     
    an echo hears an echo
    and my mother’s fist is raised
    the hand i clench at you
    shows her distrust
    the way one behaves
    is determined in the graves
    of all the great grandparents
    gone to dust
    I used to be playing Dory Previn’s records all the time in the early 1970s. I had the distinct feeling that she was slightly insane, but she had the soul of a poet and wrote eerie unsettling songs:
    did jesus have a baby sister?
    was she bitter?
    was she sweet?
    did she wind up in a convent?
    did she end up on the street?

    did she long to be the saviour
    saving everyone she met?
    and in private to her mirror
    did she whisper saviourette?
    Whatever happened to Dory Previn? According to this web site, she’s still with us, for which I am glad. But, I think the opinion on this page comes closest to expressing my own feelings on the subject.
     
    Postscript: Dory Previn issued her own protest against the Iraq War in March 2003 – you can download it from here.

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  • A Sub-Editor’s (Wet) Dream

    There’s a sub-editor in ESPN who’s feeling very pleased with himself (it’s bound to be a him) for having thought up this headline. And, I confess, it’s not a bad effort at all…

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  • You’ve Stolen My Heart

    …is the title of a soon-to-be-released CD of Bollywood music. It’s the result of a collaboration between the Kronos Quartet, Asha Bhosle and Rahul Dev Burman – Bollywood’s pre-eminent composer (and Bhosle’s husband). Sounds good. My pre-order’s gone in.
     
    Kronos are not your father’s classical string quartet. They seem to take a delight in pushing the boundaries with interesting collaborations. I’ve got a copy of Gorey End  in my music collection – the collaboration with the Tiger Lillies – which captures the atmosphere of Edward Gorey perfectly. You can almost feel the mist rolling out of the rusty iron gate of a delapidated graveyard.
     
    Oh, and if you want to hear the full glory of The Tiger Lillies, may I recommend Shockheaded Peter?
     
    (hat tip to Sepia Mutiny)

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  • The Miniature Earth

    The Miniature Earth – go and watch it now.
     
    (hat tip to Alas, a Blog)

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