If I had a thousand pounds for every time I’ve heard people complain that the use of the word ‘gay’ to describe what these same people tend to refer to as the ‘homosexual life style’ had deprived them of the only word available in the English language to talk about the really important things in life, like, oh I don’t know, party lights, streamers, summer dresses, just general joy and loveliness, I still wouldn’t have enough money to wrest the term ‘tea party’ back from the misinformed bigots who seriously believe their pathological state of unreason to be ‘political’. This thought came to me as I sliced into a rather good cake earlier today and wished that I had a few good friends with me to share it. A tea party, I thought, how nice. How nice that would be.

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1 Response to Words

  1. msbaroque says:

    I agree, Charles. I wish I’d been there to have a tea party with you. A proper one, not an organisation full of arseholes. Just us, and some other nice people, and some cake, and a teapot with a cosy on it. Eh.

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