Boy seeks girl. Makes sense. Things can work differently too, though. LGBT? Love Goes Beyond Tradition! Welcome to the “Q”lub!
The other, not the alien, has always lived in societies. Humans are what they are. Water flows, stones fall, humans human: very free, by no means manufactured or conventional. Simply organic and indivisible: individual! A duel with frightened people is guaranteed for those who openly accept their own needs: lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender. Hetero et hetera, et cetera. The wish for a flexible society with the option of “As Well As” seems more casual, bigger, more transcendent. The somewhat fusty “either man or monk” paradigm seems lacking by comparison. The desire to live one’s own nature instead of going along with the mainstream remains eternal.
For those in need of a primer on this acronym: “L” for ladies first, not just lesbians. “Gay” is as happy as two men who like each other. Bi? Two! Free to choose: man or woman, because both are enchanting to the same person. Totally “trans”? “Male” or “female” is written in the genes, while the brain protests: “Transgender” means there is a considerable distance between genetic and experienced gender. As such, this perspective doesn’t affect the orientation of the transperson. So they might be heterosexual, homosexual or bisexual. There is some overlap between transsexuality and intersexuality: the latter means that the biological gender cannot be clearly identified. In the once conservative Germany, a third gender is now legally recognised. Specifically, intersex people can officially describe themselves as “diverse”.
People with a clear affiliation with LGBT may seem queer to straight people. Which brings us to “Q”, which can refer to any of the “L”, “G”, “B” and “T” of the sexualphabet. It enables sexualgebra: who connects with whom? What’s the result? A homosexual black man and a white lesbian raising their biological “just this once, never again” twins? This only causes particularly small-minded black-and-white worlds to collapse. “B” is most certainly not for “Bigot”. You and I are Q. It often goes unexpressed, because the majority of people are mostly heterosexual. Otherwise the human race would be smaller! But even the coldest macho is occasionally melted by the warmth of handsome men. And many ladies are more relaxed anyway: Bi is no bother.
So queerness is as old as humanity itself: beauty doesn’t depend entirely on gender, nor does physical attraction. As early as 1900, Magnus Hirschfeld addressed the failure of a purely male-female perspective. A noticeable Queer movement arose in the 60s of the 20th century. Intensive considerations on the subject have led to thriving queer theory since the 90s. Spend some time studying the topic with your high class escorts from Excellent Escorts. Or they can do some practical experiments with you. Maybe it is enough in life to try things out for ourselves without studying.
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Visual mass media carries Q into the world. TV and the internet make a lot of people famous, and with that their queerness becomes well-known too. LGBT is thereby becoming increasingly popular. When Hollywood greats Tilda Swinton, Jannik Schümann (actor), Dalton Harris (singer), Hig Roberts (ex-ski pro, US champion) and many other celebrities are officially Q, then coming out is a little easier for a normal person. Theoretically. High class and escort per se mean “plenty is possible, nothing is compulsory”. This model in the spirit of Q also applies to society at large: a high degree of freedom of body and mind. So other norms are now available. This includes the perspective of not having a particular “One”. This makes it possible for one person to have several partners, either one after another or at the same time.
Clichés are no more. Person “M” wants a house, marriage, a dog and two children? Then he or she should do so! And don’t you dare a liberal lesbian to smear “Philistine” on the polished Mercedes-Benz! Person “N” likes to travel constantly, have different partners of different genders and cultures every day, and an unknown number of children spread throughout the globe? Ditto! What if “M” and “N” have a big crush on each other? MaN!
WHAT IS NORMAL ANYWAY?
“Queer” means a collective on the move, full of creativity and contradictions. Sounds like humanity. Homo sapiens can freely think about, feel and live beauty. But he can’t simply do that all the time and everywhere, otherwise he is seen as bad. Even in the oh so free West. Here we experience life and love in our own way, without violating laws, and without anyone else violating our rights. But some just want to feel hurt. What are they so afraid of? Of something very different from them? Then why not be afraid of a grain of sand? Perhaps because they are not so different after all? So they’re afraid of the Q inside them?
In any case, every society eventually becomes bored with its one-dimensional ideals, such as thin models. And replaces it with something similarly linear. Long, short. Black, white. Chess in colour, on the other hand, has interesting queerness. Sounds like IQ. By contrast, verbally or physically stamping on people robs them of their freedom. Now it’s getting dystopian, gentlemen. A man might be able to smile about mocking words directed at his short nose. A fist on the delicate nose of a lesbian who stole a thug’s long-time girlfriend from him in minutes isn’t so easy to smile about. The old guard of greying men and women work in a subtler way: they steal youngsters’ lives with the whiff from their fake trouser flies. We make or break you.
Such hard-hearted gentlemen with and without a shaft fear the weakening of established gender roles. Discuss that with our high class escorts. Or play a queen’s gambit right under her hot skirt. Who is actually still wearing the trousers? Sit opposite an enthralling-looking person and spend an hour asking yourself whether they are female or male. Pleasantly queeritated? A young person in the wrong body is much more painfully affected. When the dear neighbours get carried away with their conservatism. Only physical torture is more hellish. Sovereignty or suicide are sometimes the only options against the fears of others. For them, one genetic woman may not be sensitive enough, tender enough, maternal enough, while a certain man exhibits too much of those traits. Both are queer, and act as magnets for the mob. In heads that have been made small, there is simply no room for diversity. So it’s best not to incorporate any socialisation at all.
“Not queer” doesn’t necessarily mean “no problems”. Ask your high class escort what eloquence and education, breathtaking beauty and a wonderful figure mean. Perhaps it depends on the life path: interested men who aren’t blessed with the good looks of film stars daren’t take a step, feel ridiculous flirting, or feel like victims of a mix-up. As a prime specimen of man or woman, a person is thus queer in the broader sense. And a victim of envy, which is deemed normal. By contrast, what is actually normal is to be someone who doesn’t consciously hurt anyone physically or psychologically. Because this makes society a little easier to survive: One lives one’s life without actively disturbing anybody else. Queer is therefore not at right angles to the mainstream, but swims with it in the even larger current of exchanges and thought among people.
The prisoners of society feel disturbed by this light-footed freedom: “I want to be like them. But I don’t trust myself. Which means they shouldn’t be like that either.” In this calculation, the holy anger of Super Biceps and the wicked tongue of Excessively Spiteful may be directed against anything or anyone queer-friendly. They might judge. Which is normal, sadly. IQ sighs and begins the laborious process of informing society about its chances of finding treasure.
Real men pump schnapps straight into their veins, until the first coward croaks. Real women stay sober and demure, breastfeed three children simultaneously, and send emails with their other two hands from their home office. Of course. When real sobriety sets in, the deadhead will ask himself with a grin: How does happiness really work? Society has always been varied and is also constantly changing. Bond makes allusions to his possible bisexuality in the film and still has everything under control. Real women like having their own muscles, in places where men don’t even have them. Without any reference to males.
Men are confused, women bend over backwards trying to compensate. This will remain the case as long as educators of children keep wearing social blinkers, and schoolbooks keep hammering monotonous family models into all pupils as the only norm. Two long-haired men kiss in the park at the weekend, where the “standard family” has a picnic. Fascinated, the kids ask which one must be the woman. Mum grins. Dad blushes. The guy on the glowing Kawasaki pulls the helmet off the woman’s head, the on-board computer programs the jets. A bisexual woman is neither a hetera (familiar concept) nor a lesbian (just as accessible to the sharp male brain), but bi.
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