MY piece on lairy lesbians in New Brighton has sparked quite a debate locally about sexuality.
Only yesterday I was stopped in the street by the resort’s leading ladyboy, Pansy Potter, who wanted to “thrash out” with me some complicated issues of “gender affirmation through sexuality role-play”.
I’m afraid our discussion didn’t get very far, not because it wasn’t potentially interesting, but because it had started to rain and I was desperate to get in the Kwiki before it closed at 8pm to buy a jar of piccalilli.
So I made my apologies to Pansy and he/she tottered off to fix his/her face in the supermarket porch because the rain had caused a tricky mascara melt-down situation.
I dare say our paths will cross again and the discussion will resume. It’s good to talk.
In the meantime, I was delighted to receive a comment on the blog from Lisa, who lives in my old home town of Wigan.
She tells me she is a lesbian and has been with her girlfriend now for eight years.
She was fairly shocked by the raucous and overtly sexual public antics of the gay gals who come into Hell’s Waiting Room from time to time, as described in my entry of July 31.
Lisa added: “My girlfriend and I would NEVER dream of kissing or anything in a public place in the manner in which you said they were.
“In fact, not at all, as there are times and places for that sort of thing...the ideal place is in the privacy of your own home.”
I quite agree. I don’t want to see heavy petting, gay or straight, in public places because it is, inherently, socially excluding of other people who happen to be around.
I don’t even like it when couples behave all “coupley” and say “we” instead of “I”, if you want to know the truth.
Just because people are married, that shouldn’t mean they need to lose their individual personalities.
Anyway, I am happy to hear Lisa and her partner are happily settled in Wigan, and in a such a posh area of the town too, the Cherry Gardens.
Well, it is only posh in the sense that certain parts of Liverpool claim to be posh, even though they are as common as muck really.
You know the sort of places… where residents keep fruit on the table when nobody is ill. Sheer pretentiousness.
However, I am somewhat astonished that there are any gay people in Wigan at all.
I'm sure there was none around when I was growing up in the town some 35 years ago.
In those days, Wigan was so old-fashioned and backward, you couldn’t even buy yoghurt.
Now you get all sorts of modern-type things there – gay people, coriander, coloured tellies, abortions, guacamole, I-Pods and Asbos.
Oh boy. When I grew up in Wigan, I tell you it wasn’t just the telly that was in black and white. Real life was too.
What a transformation has been wrought in my years of absence.
All that sophistication – and Premiership football too!
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Pink elephant wrote...
If only you'd grown up in the middle-class enclave that I did, dear. Everyone was gay for a while. It's fashionable. In fact you were considered a bit weird as a girl if you hadn't kissed someone of the same gender. Either that or join the music scene. My parents used to sing in a group where they were two of only six straight people in a choir of 30. None of the many gay friends I've had over the years though were as lairy as the Hell's Waiting Room crowd sound, well apart from one couple and I blame the tight PVC shorts for making one of them so ratty!
*** I've been so sheltered. That's why the world seems so frikening to me. SR
Posted by: Pink elephant | August 16, 2006 3:10 PM