I’ve made this entry to clear up a few misconceptions about myself; as you may have gathered from other posts on here, there are a lot of things I choose not to take part in/do. Let me just list a few:
– Alcohol (and other recreational legal drugs)
– Eating meat
– Illegal recreational drugs
– Religion
– Sexually explicit activities
– Swearing
Now the reason I don’t do these things is because I don’t want to. If you’re a carnivorous Christian who likes to smoke weed, while drinking alcohol at a swinger’s party, it doesn’t bother me. Just because I don’t DO the things on this list, it does not mean I don’t APPROVE. Let me go through each point individually.
    Firstly, alcohol. There are several things I don’t like about alcohol: the taste, its effect on people and, well, no, that’s about it. In the past I’ve been around drunken people a lot and it looks like one of the most embarrassing things in the world, to have yourself suddenly become so strange and erratic. I would much rather a drink a Trusty Water Bottle full of delicious water and remain perfectly level headed. As such, I choose not to drink any alcohol. Now, you might say “well you’ve never tried it, you don’t know!” but I have tried it twice actually, and it wasn’t very fun :(. Now, that’s my reasoning behind not drinking alcohol, clearly it is all subjective, so why would I object to other people drinking it? I wouldn’t. It would be wrong of me to disapprove of people drinking alcohol, because it is their free choice to do so and I would think it immoral to try and stop them. The same, as you can guess, is true of my view of illegal drugs. It would be wrong to stop people and prevent their free will. It may be against the law, but drug usage is perfectly fine in my eyes, so long as nobody other than the user is harmed.
    Secondly, eating meat. Since I was a child, I have been a vegetarian; it was the choice of my mother. Since then, I have decided to stay a vegetarian for two reasons: the taste of meat makes me physically ill, and I do believe it is moral not to eat meat. But that’s my decision based on studying the facts about it, other people may study the same thing and come to a different conclusion. When I see a friend of mine eat meat, I don’t see them as morally inferior; I just see that they have decided differently to me. It would be wrong for me to eat meat, because I believe it is morally wrong to, but it would be fine for somebody else since, by their own moral code, it is fine.
    Thirdly, religion. My view on the universe is this: there could indeed be some fantastical thing (perhaps God-like) behind all of the universe, but I don’t believe that any of the world’s religions (that I know of) are the correct answer and that science is the most likely route to the answer. After looking at all of the evidence, reading up on many different religions and philosophies from around the world and judging based on my own experience, I have decided this view is the one most likely to be correct. Other people have done the exact same thing as me, but to them it looks as if Christianity is the correct answer, or that Islam is the correct answer etc. I have no objections at all to people who follow religions and worship accordingly. Again, it would be against liberty for me to object to these views. However, having said that, I do object quite strongly to people who are taught blatantly false and offensive things through religion (e.g. anti-homosexual beliefs).
    Fourthly, sexually explicit activities. I have no desire to take part in these, so I do not. Anybody else, I believe, should feel free to take part in these and do anything and everything they like with any consenting partner (so long as nobody is hurt by them). That’s pretty self-explanatory really.
    Finally, swearing. I get asked a lot by people if their swearing bothers me, and the answer is always no. Swear words are just words, and I take no offense at hearing them. I choose not to swear, because I try to make myself as inoffensive as possible and wouldn’t like to offend anyone (I similarly do not blaspheme). How silly is it to object to people for just saying a word?
    I hope this clears up so misconceptions it seems that some people have about me. It also may be good to bear in mind that not doing and not approving are different things when talking to somebody with a different point of view than you. (Not to sound arrogant of course, I’m sure that point’s obvious).

Just thought I’d use a spin on the title of the popular contemporary erotica novel in order to get your attention. Unfortunately for those of you who were hoping for some kind of parody or homage to that novel, I actually know nothing about it and this entry will actually be about my colour blindness (something I don’t believe I have mentioned on here before).
    My favourite colour is beige and, since 2008, every pair of socks I have bought has been beige. As such, when I needed to buy some new socks in the winter of 2011, the ones I decided to get were coloured beige. I bought two packs, each of them had three pairs in, and so overall I had six pairs of socks (I don’t want to impair my mathematically challenged readers). They weren’t all coloured Standard Beige though, in fact, there was a kind of spectrum for each pack: one pair Light Beige, one pair Standard Beige, one pair Dark Beige. As such, I had two pairs in each colour.
    That sounds simple enough right? Well maybe it is for all of you Colour Non-Blinds, but for me, that’s a real challenge. Sometimes, I’ll have six of the socks with me, but amongst them I won’t be able to find one pair. This is pretty strange considering the fact that there HAS to be a pair there. But no, it often looks to me that every single sock is a different shade of beige. I have to stare really, really closely at two pairs, and eventually it’ll be clear that they are the same, but oftentimes I’ll get it wrong and end up wearing odd pairs. What’s particularly strange is how some days I’ll see them all as different colours (and hence see more colours than are there, despite being colour-blind) but then other days they’ll pretty much all look the same… I think that that is quite interesting philosophically, at least when it comes to differing perceptions of reality.
    But, anyway, I’m feeling guilty about the misleading title; there are only twelve shades of beige at most, which is nowhere near fifty. Here’s a red hot erotic story to make up for it: a couple of people (you choose the gender for each of them) meet. They slowly become closer and closer. In the end these best friends fall in love, start a partnership and consolidate it with a hug. Aww.

Here’s a new little finger puppet story for you! This one stars Buster the Boy.