He walked away. He walked back. He could not look at her. He could not look away. He began to say something. He could not say anything. What could he say? Whatever he said must appal Elenora, perhaps disgust her. Certainly discomfort and embarrass her. The last thing he wanted was to cause [...]

  In less than a heartbeat it was done. The Cupid’s, Bertrand’s, tiny arrow was buried deep in his heart. Cold as deep blue ice. Hot as white hot gold. From this moment there was no hope of Cupid’s cruelly-barbed steel ever being removed without tearing his heart out with it. And Hamgar looked up. [...]

  Today as Hamgar was admiring Elenora’s miniatures, Bertrand, unnoticed by the artisans below, was beginning to get it. His little wings began trembling with excitement. His arrow slotted onto the string and with frowning concentration Bertrand began to draw it slowly back. But his cute little pudgy fingers couldn’t hold the arrow and suddenly [...]

    Hamgar never really noticed the fat little Cherubs flying around, or sitting on the beams above him. For as long as he could remember, Cherubs had always been everywhere, so common that he no longer saw them, and if he had, well, they were nothing to do with him at this time in [...]

Consequences of Gay Marriage, from See for Yourself

  How far is this from the truth about the Catholic Church? Especially the last line?    

Sir Roger does not wish to marry a man. To put it another way, while Sir Roger and Dorothy have many good friends in common, Dorothy and Sir Roger are not Facebook buddies. And Sir Roger does not think that his personal preference for his own life is of any moment or interest whatever in [...]

What a fucking load of motherfucking dickheaded bullshit those cunts in the Victorian parliament are, trying to impose old-fashioned tight-arsed, pursed-lipped, prune-faced, shrivelled-up, broomstick-arsed moral values on a free people, with their proposed laws against swearing in public. Goodbye barracking at fucking footie matches, for one thing. Or having a bloody beer in the pub. [...]

    America’s controversial child pageants will soon hit Australia’s shores, and hundreds of children are set to primp and pose in the hope of claiming first place – and a prized tiara. The pageant – open to children as young as one month old – is being brought to Melbourne by the Texas-based Universal [...]

Poor old dill-brain Barnaby (Rubble) Joyce comically suggested today on Insiders that perhaps he was a bit old-fashioned about women in uniform. I just couldn’t get my head around shooting a woman. Maybe that makes me a bit old-fashioned and I imagine other people get themselves in the same position. Nor would I like to [...]

Sir Roger is really upset. He went on Skype today but there was no live sex waiting for him. Nothing from the Australian Defence Force Academy. No soldiers at all, actually. But surely everyone knows the rules, as the brass are now saying. If someone agrees to have sex privately they are also agreeing to [...]

Play loud! I might like you better If we slept together I might like you better If we slept together I might like you better If we slept together But there’s somethin In your eyes that says Maybe That’s never Never say never

I’ve got what girls like; I’ve got what ladies want. They want boys like (boys like) me. I make them want me. I like to tease them. They want to touch me. I never let them. I am so special -as you have noticed. I am so different – want to protect me – so [...]

… while you’re having sex with him: How To Get A Guy To Notice You While You’re Having Sex With Him

Love-sick, that’s Sir Roger’s friend, unfortunately, and Sir Roger needs your help. Sir Roger has a friend – no, really – who is, to put it politely, totally smitten with this girl. Love-sick is what he is; there is no better way to describe it. UPDATE: Sir Roger’s “friend” has responded fiercely to Sir Roger’s [...]