Saturday, February 17, 2018

The Only Gay in the Village - on Ice.

I was never a dancer, let alone an ice skater. Not that I have not experienced both, but not both at the same time, and not a pretty sight at either. But I do like to see it done and done well and this month we have been given a rare chance to see the very best in the winter olympics. It gets a short look-in between many other sports on ice and snow, some of which are really competetive and require great skill and courage, and others which are, frankly, to this old Tavern Keeper, simply children/yoof past-times that see me catching up with pint-pulling at the bar. 

But, to me, Ice Dancing is beautiful and I will always stop to watch.

But even such a world-noting event has to have its tenor disrupted by the odd homosexual stealing attention.

 "Look at meeee. I'm the only gay in the Olympic Village." 

Did you know that there was a sort of unofficial gay olympics back in 2006?  So I am told. 

Personally I don't give a damn what a person's proclivities are when it comes to sport, although it seems we live in revolutionary times when great beefy fellows insist they are really girls and want to play with them. 

The ladies have mixed views.

The way some girls - and boys - on snowboards fling themselves four stories up from a ramp and twist about gracefully and under exquisit control to come crashing down, and remain standing, astonishes. Boys and girls, men and woman can do well, although, despite 'eeekwalleteee',  they do still seem to have seperate competitions.

It is when they come together in the ice dancing that their complementarity really shines out. And the courage of women is displayed too. What man would be flung through the air, spinning, or be caught up and spun around overhead.

Now you would think that courageous gay blokes would give it a go, but they dont. They just mince around the rink with no beauty or grace in sight while others who feel 'empowered' to lie about and insult Vice Presidents prefer to grandstand and whine to get attention.
Last month, US Olympic figure skater Adam Rippon, who is one of two openly gay American Olympians at the Games, blasted the White House for tapping Pence to lead the official US delegation to the 2018 Winter Olympic opening ceremony.
"You mean Mike Pence, the same Mike Pence that funded gay conversion therapy?" Rippon said in a January 17 interview with USA Today. 
Alyssa Farah, a spokeswoman for Pence, provided the newspaper with a rebuttal to Rippon's remarks. 
"This accusation is totally false and has no basis in fact," Farah said in a statement.
A hissy fit to be sure. 

No matter how much the gay fraternity lay claim to being a normal part of society (and who am I to say they have not always been there in just as small number) they cannot exhibit the special quality of the male-female dynamic and beauty. They cannot even mimic it.

But the latest attention-grubbing whine from Rippon does illustrate something, which was picked up and spun around by Doug Mainwaring, who gave his view in the US Room today.
Gay Olympians are accidentally proving why same-sex ‘marriage’ is wrong
While the mainstream media’s fawning coverage of gay and lesbian Winter Olympic athletes is relentless, the most important story out of Pyeongchang, South Korea is underreported, if not completely ignored.  
A surprising message delivered by gay men is being displayed for all the world to see in the Gangneung Olympic Ice Arena.
The three "out" gay male figure skaters in this year's Winter Olympics are partnered with women, not men, precisely because their sport is wholly reliant on complementarity  
Without the complementarity of the male and female skaters, the event ceases to exist.  
Yet much of the world has been blinded to the fact that this very natural truth applies even more to marriage than it does to skating.
These gay skaters know it innately: 
They wouldn't have an Olympic event if they didn't have a female partner.  
Gays––and the entire world which admires the beauty of these couple’s performances––understand that.  And so despite being same-sex attracted, despite the demands of LGBT ideology, they choose not a same-sex partner, but a woman.  

And Global LGBT, Inc., remains quiet and neither complains nor objects because this truth is utterly indisputable.  They certainly don’t want to call attention to that.  Global LGBT, Inc. knows that to put two men out on the ice for this event would undermine––not perpetuate––the grand pretension of “marriage equality” and the legitimacy of sexualized mono-gendered relationships.  If it were to be attempted, the entire illusion might crumble to the ground.
As it did in 2006 (see above) and still does. 
Commenting on Facebook, Joseph Sciambra, a same-sex attracted Catholic man, describes the wondrous, naturally irresistible appeal of it all:
Breathtakingly beautiful – a perfect demonstration of the complementarity between man and woman and how their God-given differences can create art of the highest caliber; 
but why won’t the Olympic Committee open these events up to same-sex couples? Because, unless they are perhaps the diminutive Elio and the towering Oliver from “Call Me by Your Name,” the majority of these jumps and spins would be impossible for two men or two women – and then: wouldn’t it lose something? 
Because someone would have to take on a more masculine role – and the other a feminine one - at that moment it becomes caricature. Then, you don’t have harmony, but an awkward imbalance. Works better when it’s all built into the machinery.
Roxane Salonen noted a few years ago: 
There is something so beautiful about a man and a woman flying across the ice; 
the strength of his masculinity serving as her rock, her foothold, 
and the fluidity of her femininity in beautiful contrast, dancing around his solidity.
These were the innocent feelings of a child, but it was coming from the gut level and felt very real to me then, and it still does to this day. And I think it has to do with this: 
male and female God created them. 
It’s basic and it’s beautiful. And when we see it, we have a deep-down-in-the-soul reaction to it.
I would even call it sacred.
To me, these team skaters exemplify God’s creative vision of complementarity; a picture of flourishing fragrance that can happen this fully only when cooperation with God’s vision is in place.
I also love that team skating is a demonstration of two bodies working together, closely and in harmony, and not in a way that is obscene. 
We’re more accustomed these days to a distortion of God’s beautiful plan for humanity, when both men and women are objectified, and the soul is shirked. Because it is more rare to see this more tasteful version, it stands out as extraordinarily lovely and classy, and is cause in some cases, apparently, for one’s temporary abandoning of an exercise plan.
While the graceful performances of these couples appear effortless, we all know that years of hard work and dedication go into these amazing performances, not unlike every successful marriage.
For years society has been assaulted by “Fake News,” i.e., lies, about same-sex “marriage,” homosexuality and now, transgenderism.  
We should all be grateful to these gay figure skaters––who perhaps unwittingly––are setting the record straight.
Back in the day when homosexuality was quiet and to a larger extent unobtrusive, few took any notice or even interest in the sexual proclivities of those men and women who danced on ice. 
Remember Torville and Dean? They were friends and maintained their respective careers and single status for years. Only the rudest interviewers broached the issue and only then to mildly enquire why the were not yet married, as they looked and behaved so well together, in a beautiful harmony. 

Brothers and sisters danced together, exhibiting skill and grace, masculinity and femininity.  

I would hazard that many if not most male ballet dancers are gay. I care not. They are athletic at least and have to be skillful. If a ballerina is inclined toward the velvet then again, it is her performance on the public stage which will gain my attention, not her twitterings to scurrilous newspaper colonists of the shcok and awesome regiment. But I don't go in for ballet either. 

Prefer m'horse and sword, thanks.

As I said, I never was much good at dancing. Perhaps it is the measure of the age that (off-ice) dancing has become such a bore. Men and women do not dance together any more: they squirm around in the general vicinity. Harmonious it ain't. Masculine and feminine it ain't.

Back in Mr Darcy and Elizabeth Bennett's day, dancing was a formal thing and  while strictly masculine and feminine in long dresses and frock coats it appeared just as silly. Well to me, at any rate. But there was still a male-female frisson going on which a gay couple (were there such a thing in public) just could not emulate or even mimic. But, who knows what was whispered between those single and very probably 'desiring' young adults as they pranced formally and chastely around the floor under the eye of chaperones. 

I dare say the odd 'charged' conversations went on.

Vice President Pence would not have that either !!

Drink to the lovely, skillful, harmonious couples out there on the ice.


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