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Some radio presenter is getting all worked up about him not being able to give blood because he is gay, despite the fact that he has been in a monogamous relationship for a number of years and has been tested three times on HIV.
The man even lied about his sexuality on the Red Cross questionnaire, just so he could give his gay blood to some unsuspecting patient.
I remembered I actually did the same thing in order to give blood. In the first year of university, there was this blood donation thing where everyone who gave blood was given a goodie bag (I think male donors even got a Playboy magazine in the goodie bag - you can imagine how eager I was to donate).
Actually, I don't think I really *lied* as such on the form. I just didn't label what I had had as "sex" - I was still in the process of defining it all. Anyway, semantics is always important - the question was "Did you have sexual relations with another man after 1978?" Any word of this sentence could be interpreted in many different ways. So don't call me a liar. For instance, was it really ME who did all of that? Or was I possessed by some crazed, yet sexy, demon? How would you define "another man"? Can a man really be called "other" if he is inside of you? All very profound and confusing stuff, I can assure you.
Ever since the day my gay blood was spread around (mostly in some needy and greedy patient's veins, but still) I have been receiving frequent invites to come and give more of myself. Now that I know for sure that I have had sex with another man after 1978 (I had to do it many many times to be sure *Gha*), I never bothered to go out there and lie about myself any more. If they don't want my perfectly drinkable blood (or whatever it is they do with it), then it's their loss.
In a poll on a Flemish news website, a solid 44% of people agreed that we shouldn't be allowed to give blood (blood donors are never admitted if they lead "a promiscuous life", gay or straight, so I do fail to see the point of excluding all gays).
Still, to those people, I say "Fuck them" and let us not bother to give any of our precious, ruby red blood. Those philistines don't deserve a drop it, it's as simple as that.
I say, let us spread our genes by donating our semen to all fertility clinics and thus create a superrace of IVF-offspring (IVF stands for "In Vitro Faggots" of course), while at the same time getting paid by the same medics that wouldn't dream of touching your blood, let alone drink it.
Now I wonder if this androgynous sexless person below would be allowed to give blood... He/She/It has what seems like an "Angry Inch", but to go calling that a gender is a bit extreme. The two needles in the arm only add to the confusion. Are they taking its blood? Is it shooting heroin (X2)? Or maybe oestrogene and testosterone at the same time? That way its sex didn't know what to do, so it just packed its bags and left?
Nothing is ever straightforward, you see..
(I had actually planned for this image to represent the wanker of a traffic warden who gave me a parking ticket last week. I can't imagine traffic wardens having any type of sex organs, apart from deformed or vanished ones. It seemed like the most logical explanation for why on earth they would chose to do a low-paying job like that.
"What do you do for a living?"
"Oh, my job solely consists of making people annoyed and unhappy."
"You must be so proud of yourself."
"Crack helps... Heroin too..."
However, I chose for the image not to represent the traffic warden, because I am nice that way :-) )
The man even lied about his sexuality on the Red Cross questionnaire, just so he could give his gay blood to some unsuspecting patient.
I remembered I actually did the same thing in order to give blood. In the first year of university, there was this blood donation thing where everyone who gave blood was given a goodie bag (I think male donors even got a Playboy magazine in the goodie bag - you can imagine how eager I was to donate).
Actually, I don't think I really *lied* as such on the form. I just didn't label what I had had as "sex" - I was still in the process of defining it all. Anyway, semantics is always important - the question was "Did you have sexual relations with another man after 1978?" Any word of this sentence could be interpreted in many different ways. So don't call me a liar. For instance, was it really ME who did all of that? Or was I possessed by some crazed, yet sexy, demon? How would you define "another man"? Can a man really be called "other" if he is inside of you? All very profound and confusing stuff, I can assure you.
Ever since the day my gay blood was spread around (mostly in some needy and greedy patient's veins, but still) I have been receiving frequent invites to come and give more of myself. Now that I know for sure that I have had sex with another man after 1978 (I had to do it many many times to be sure *Gha*), I never bothered to go out there and lie about myself any more. If they don't want my perfectly drinkable blood (or whatever it is they do with it), then it's their loss.
In a poll on a Flemish news website, a solid 44% of people agreed that we shouldn't be allowed to give blood (blood donors are never admitted if they lead "a promiscuous life", gay or straight, so I do fail to see the point of excluding all gays).
Still, to those people, I say "Fuck them" and let us not bother to give any of our precious, ruby red blood. Those philistines don't deserve a drop it, it's as simple as that.
I say, let us spread our genes by donating our semen to all fertility clinics and thus create a superrace of IVF-offspring (IVF stands for "In Vitro Faggots" of course), while at the same time getting paid by the same medics that wouldn't dream of touching your blood, let alone drink it.
Now I wonder if this androgynous sexless person below would be allowed to give blood... He/She/It has what seems like an "Angry Inch", but to go calling that a gender is a bit extreme. The two needles in the arm only add to the confusion. Are they taking its blood? Is it shooting heroin (X2)? Or maybe oestrogene and testosterone at the same time? That way its sex didn't know what to do, so it just packed its bags and left?
Nothing is ever straightforward, you see..
(I had actually planned for this image to represent the wanker of a traffic warden who gave me a parking ticket last week. I can't imagine traffic wardens having any type of sex organs, apart from deformed or vanished ones. It seemed like the most logical explanation for why on earth they would chose to do a low-paying job like that.
"What do you do for a living?"
"Oh, my job solely consists of making people annoyed and unhappy."
"You must be so proud of yourself."
"Crack helps... Heroin too..."
However, I chose for the image not to represent the traffic warden, because I am nice that way :-) )
