Ethan Switch - Thursday, 8 December 2005 - Print Version
To at least one man standing on the corner of the Eastern Distributor and Oxford Street in Paddington, the area knows well the actions and activity of gays, lesbians, transgenders and bisexuals alike. Those looking for a simple stroll along a street famous for its annual Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras may find personal lap dogs eager to please or kidnap the unsuspecting participant.
Operating within close walking distance to the main artery of Oxford Street, one may possibly find themselves with an invitation to abandon sense and ritual.
One possible assailant on the night of November 30, Cong, who is roughly 5'6", medium build and of Asian appearance (citing China as his homeland), offers much in the way of doubt and nothing in the fancy realm of substance or clarity. Insisting many times that his apartment is merely a few minutes away down a back street, the offer remains as blank as his expressions of disinterest.
Questions on the legitimacy of heterosexuality over homosexuality further ignite contempt and offers never quite recover. Coy and charming certainly do not fall within the bounds of Cong's demeanour. As persistent as a case of herpes, the guide fails to illicit much excitement in his offer of casual sodomy and possible move into sex slavery.
The Palace Verona, meeting place for the trendy and beautiful people, wards off such folk as Cong.
Joyeux Noel (Merry Christmas), a film set in the trenches of World War I, delivers an emotional experience few others are capable of. Fleeting friendships and level headedness in the flying shells of war moving much in the way of spectacular sunshine. Bodies across no man's land do nothing to dent the merry within the snow bitten feet of the soldiers. Fighting for their countries in a land of bullets merely ten metres apart. Comradery and the humanity within the ranks of the Germans, Scots and French is constant, ever uplifting.
Moving more than a few of the audience to tears of applause and warm sentiments, the doors line up with donation boxes. Boxes those in the know know well enough to subvert with coordination of thanks.
Overcome with gratitude, a middle-aged man grasps the shoulders of one of the old ladies with an open coin box. Declaring the film, "Beautiful! Absolutely beautiful! Marvelous!" the hands and feet of several others in tow file out quickly without having to connect their eyes with the donation in kind.
Casting a note of indifference and operation, the sight of invitations for Joyex Noel inside a bin dive hard at the collector within.
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