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I mailed them and asked why it had vanished. They replied that it may be offensive to the LGBT community. I responded that ‘It – is – a – joke’ (as if I was speaking to a small child who didn’t understand). I also pointed out that the joke was also on hetero-sexual males if you think about it.
They must have agreed as it returned shortly afterwards. Perhaps my suggestion that anything that doesn’t incite hatred or violence is actually ‘freedom of speech’ may, or may not, have played a part in it returning.
Anyway. Fair enough FB. It was sorted.
The cartoon incidentally was in two frames. Both had a man and woman lying in bed. In the first frame the woman says to the man “I have a confession. I used to be a Christian”. The man responds with “Doesn’t worry me babe”. In the second frame the mans eyes are wide with surprise and, possibly, shock as the woman continues “Awesome! I much prefer being a Christine”.
It is a completely harmless joke – unless you are one of those people looking for some reason to be offended of course. Amusing to some and downright funny to others. The offended? Get a life.
This little tale reminded me of something from many years ago.
At a company Christmas party, a new girl who every red blooded male in the company had noticed since her arrival, approached me with some mistletoe and we shared a kiss. Just a peck I hasten to add.
She then made it clear that she was, shall we say, open to more than that.
Petite, blond and, frankly, gorgeous. My ego was virtually exploding as many jealous colleagues looked on clearly aware that I had beaten them to it so to speak.
I politely declined. I was, and remain, happily married. I know some chaps would think ‘what’s the harm?’ and, indeed, prior to meeting my wife I would, without a doubt, have taken the gorgeous young lady up on her offer.
Her reaction was marvelous. She approved of my sincerity and loyalty, even making some comment about ‘hoping to find a man who would behave as I had’ or something like that.
I left the Christmas party extremely drunk with a glowing ego and a completely clear conscience.
Three weeks later I learned – I forget how exactly – that Nova, which was her name, was once Nigel. I kid you not.
I remember thinking that ‘Nova’ was an unusual name but thought no further beyond that. She was stunningly beautiful. She was, when I think on it, way ‘out of my league’. How couldn’t I have known?
Well, I didn’t know.
I have wondered occasionally, when I remember this incident, how I would have reacted, had I been free and single at the time, to finding this out.
Would there have been any ‘tell tale’ signs? Would she have told me at some point? Would I have just found out somehow as I did? Regardless of any of that, how would I have reacted?
The honest answer is I have no idea. I believe I know but, as we all know, believing how you would react to any given situation is frequently different to how you do react if you find yourself in any given situation.
I believe I would have reacted with surprise – who wouldn’t? – but I also believe I would have ‘taken it on the chin’ so to speak. She was, after all, a beautiful woman.
Could I have coped with my Nova having formally been Nigel? I am, and have always been, staunchly hetero-sexual. I have never felt remotely attracted to a man in any physical or sexual sense. That wasn’t my decision so much as the way I am I suppose. You are born as you are and there isn’t much you can do about it.
Of course I will never know but, for some reason, I do find it an interesting conundrum in my memory.
How, as a man, do you think you would have reacted if you had been single at the time. Trust me, you wouldn’t have been able to resist her if you were single.
Come to that, for the ladies, how would you react if, as a single girl, you had found a Nigel who was once a Nova?
I am genuinely curious, if only because I will never know where, if anywhere, such a relationship would have gone if it had been possible for me to have one.
Perhaps it’s just as well I was, and remain, happily married and eternally faithful.
Me. A romantic old softie. Oh dear. Reputation ruined 😉