There are two crossfit gyms in Dunedin. Yesterday Robyn said — that the last session was great, and wonderful, but that woman who flirts in front of us and will not stop is still there. Time to change.

We go there to be fit and to enjoy the community. We don’t want it to be a nightclub. Most of the people are OK, but those who would sexualize everything spoil it.

This applies at church. I want to look at the altar. I might be old, but I’m not dead. And I don’t want Robyn in tears with anger for what has happened.

For we need community, we need companionship, and we need touch, without sexulization and the associated disgust that comes when a romantic agenda is placed in the wrong place.

The call for more asexual contact strikes me as timely, particularly in these times of digitally enhanced isolation.

Heck, even before the interwebz and ubiquitous wifi (I’m old enough to have used a rotary phone on a party line, and watched TV on a device the size of a chest of drawers), I’ve noted this in my own life experience. When I was a teen, it was unusual to have contact of any kind with another person. Outside of contact sports, there was nothing, and to be even brushed by a girl, even if it was accidental (or “accidental”) was rare as it was electric.

Moreover, I am of the opinion that, as bad as this phenomenon is for females/women, it’s worse for males, especially young adult males. To call it a desert then would have been an understatement, I shudder to think what it is like now these days for those fellows too awkward to be on a girls’ radar and who are not well connected to male spaces or men’s community. We simply lack the organic cultural machinery these days to feed this basic human need, and I think we suffer as the natural result.

Again, good stuff Hearthie. I chuckled at “fleshsuits”. Accurate, yet florid.

Now back to have dinner with my family, and give my wife and children the gift of my attention and touch. Time to tend to my own personal garden.

I’m writing this on Christmas morning, after talking to my Father and Mother. I have been in the habit for years of leaving Dunedin and spending Christmas with them: this year I have to work. My old man is far more righteous thatn I am. And he always gives us hugs. They are welcome.

But in this society he closest we get is the high five after the workout. Or with our beloved. And is far too easily offended, wanting everyone isolated in their politically correct rabbit holes.

From the Borg, and because friends of friends are trying to censor… everything. They don’t want harsh words, they want their hatred and evil to be praised. The worst example is not Twitter. It is Facebook. This is taken from there [1]

I started this FB page with an opening post discussing its scope and purpose– and also gave the rationale for limiting it to such a small number of “friend” invites.

Please understand, I do not have any interest in “building bridges” (or any other euphemism for “compromise my core beliefs.”) You are either basically a fellow traveler, or if not, you are not easily offended.

My blog is in the open for debating very contentious subjects. It is a high octane debate environment. But here, we are among friends.

I cannot control what your friends are offended by if I tag you though, which has happened as of today. So, unfortunately in order to preserve peace between others, I unfriended. I do not want to be the source of strife between loved ones. Those are your real friends anyway.

It’s a bummer, but if I tag you and then get attacked by someone on your friend list, I’ll have to do the same. I hope you understand. I don’t need FB. But I do like to encourage the marginalized-many of whom are on here in this forum.

The only touch allowed now is the politically correct ones. In private, preferably perverse. The effects on society are destructive.

The only conversations allowed are the narrative. I do not hold to this.

They will try and try again. Time to misbehave. Time to be less isolated. Time to grow a family. Time to speak freely. And let the consequences lie where they will.
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1. I don’t link to facebook because they take things down, and if you don’t know where that list is you don’t belong on it.