Kelly's World | Who exactly is a freak these days?
Valentine's Day is upon us again and though I've never really been a February 14 type person, I don't feel nauseous or dismissive about it anymore.
Now, there are many theories about St Valentine's sexual orientation. I recall a college friend who, at least partly, didn't celebrate Valentine's Day because he believed the Roman saint was gay.
I also remember a news item on one of the local TV stations when two men were allegedly caught in a compromising position.
An irate man said "dem a tek dis too far now" and "nuh because a Valentine's Day".
This, and other things have further led me to believe people correlate freaks and freakiness with February 14.
The thing is, some of the things we consider to be 'freaky' today, were in existence loooong before the 'modern days came around.
You ever hear jokes about the decadent days of the Roman empire? Well, those aren't necessarily exaggerated tales of drunk historians.
You ever notice dem paintings and other artefacts depicting life from dem time deh?
You ever watch dem movie and TV show deh whe historians agree were historically accurate? A some freaky tings used to gwaan.
Hmm, no wonder Rastas chant fire pon Rome!
I ran into a very attractive young woman once, sometime last year, if memory serves me right.
While talking to her, an equally attractive woman was passing by. She leaves the convo with me and goes over to the other to compliment her on her hair and looks.
She then came back to me and said, somewhat sheepishly, "I'm like that sometimes."
I DON'T JUDGE
I told her "I don't judge." And I don't. I used to, though. Oh did I ever used to judge!
In my teens, I won't say I was the 'bun funny man' type of person. I certainly didn't envision down homosexuals and lesbians and beating them or anything like that.
But I didn't think such lifestyles were 'right' either. For the record, I still don't think I do. But I'm much more tolerant now.
As for fetishes, well, those I am still coming to grips with as well. But even that's progression on my part.
Again, 15 or 20 years ago, I would have just labelled everyone with 'different tastes' a freak and moved on with my life.
Now, I realise the world is full of people who 'do' sex and intimacy differently (and, yes, I came to that conclusion long before mi hear bout 50 shades of any colour).
Whether it's whips and handcuffs or dressing up in a costume like the lower class animal you think your spirit 'represents', there's something for everyone.
And as long as it's happening between two consenting adults, it's none of my business.
By the way, I have, over time, realised I have my own fetish. By all indications, (I read about stuff to see if I'm 'unique'), it's not even the weirdest one.
But I'm still trying to feel normal about it, though, so only my real friends know it. Maybe one day I'll write a book, and publish it on February 14. Later.
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