On the evening, whilst Tilly was on Boy duty (we took it in turns), I started a conversation about prejudice. We'd been discussing gay marriage anyway and all agreed that we disliked the Fundamentalist opposition to them and the general literalist view of the Bible. After all, the Bible may be literal, but not in any English translation and, then, not quite as people like to think when they either hold the view or assume that every Christian is a literalist. I, of course, veered into the territory of transgender, as is my wont these days, and we discussed the findings that suggest that homosexuality is encoded, and thus not a mistake, and the fact that transgenderism also appears to be a product of biochemistry based on genetic encoding - leading to the statistical study suggesting that three in every thousand births are biochemically one gender and physically another. We also passingly touched on the idea that binary gender is a relatively modern societal invention rather than predicated on physicality.
|The train wins.|
It always wins.
|A Christian monopoly?|
Worryingly, this actually exists.
Put another way, Tilly was made uncomfortable because she felt it was directly about us and I was discussing it because I was able to, as I have always been able to, ignore the fact that it had any bearing on us. I rather suspect that the promise to discuss the issue as it does pertain to us was a hollow one, but I think I knew that anyway.
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Am I the work surface or Dr Cox?
Well, I am a cock.
Brick walls make my head hurt.