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              Like all self-respecting petty-bourgeois brats, I love a good whinge. And, being merrily downwardly mobile, my biggest concerns are generally self-inflicted. And also, given that I do regularly enjoy reaping my class perquisites, I have very little excuse. But, such are the natures of the blogsphere and myself that this blog will inevitably turn into some annoying “…it’s not fair! I accidentally spent the thousand bucks dad gave me for the bond of a house on drugs and now he’s all slightly annoyed and stuff…”-style blog. I will try to avoid this.

           

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            There’s a book I haven’t read… “Nazis on Speed: Drugs in the Third Reich”. Amphetamines, coke and various combinations were experimented on prisoners by nazi’s, with the intention of creating super-human Nazi front soldiers. Prior to this speed, or Pervitin, was widely distributed to frontline soldiers under their “Guidelines for Detecting and Combating Fatigue” (“Two tablets taken once eliminate the need to sleep for three to eight hours, and two doses of two tablets each are normally effective for 24 hours”). Resourceful, you can’t argue against that. When they’d force soldiers to march in the snowy hills for days until they fell over and bled everywhere, they’d just give them some speed! Generals reported higher moral and amazing fatigue recovery. So they started making tens of millions a year for the soldiers (and citizens until 1941, when it became illegal for non-soldier Germans).

Now printing T-shirts!
            Front <picture>: NAZIS ON SPEED!
            Back: Still better than gay men!

            Well, you can’t really blame the soldiers themselves, but you’d have to say that Nazis on speed would be a pretty shitty thing. I mean, poor-oppressed-brain-washed-Nazis and all that, but also scary-nazis-with-guns-and-on-speed and junk. And how can you hate those who fall down the I’ve-just-contracted-HIV-and-it’s-all-shit-so-I’m-just-going-to-have-as-much-unprotected-sex-with-as-many-people-as-I-can-while-I’m-still-hot/alive path or similar. “Or similar” being other symptoms of the worlds most foul gay-culture. One in which the messed-up closeted rich-kids get targeted by the slimiest entrepreneurs and presented but one alternative from the homophobic world; a culture of extreme objectification, alienation, rape, class, capital, sleaze and of conformity to the principles of class, work etc, in many cases religion, monogamy, gender and other disgusting things people might conform to. Then there are those who conform to the “gay men are all paedophiles” ideology, but also to the newer  “gay men are ok”. And so, we have, special Moroccan tours, and the like. Considering how consistently oppressive and permeating this culture is – perpetuate essentially by homophobia in capital – compared with the relatively face-valued and easy-to-comprehend phenomenon of nazis on speed, I’d have to concede that the latter is still better than former.

            You make a mistake if you think I am against dancing, excessive alcohol, drugs, random fucking, unprotected sex or even objectification. Even though I may only get to partake in three or four of these, my conflict lies elsewhere.

            I’m not gay; I have friends who are homophobic!

            I say this…in jest, now … because I know I’m too lazy to actually make the T-shirts. It’s about all I’ve come up with after being asked to help with “the Queer Lounge problem”. That’s a game that cannot be fun to play. However, if I keep away from the rampaging idiocy – so wonderfully and conveniently contained in one small room – and I expend an absolute minimum of effort, I may be able to make it at least interesting. Having said this, I have attended meetings and written a few short texts for Queer Collective debates. I think I should limit my wild public assertions to, at least, conceivably acceptable ones from now on, but… you know, whatever.

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              First years look at me strange when I’m smashed in my tutes and lectures. As though, just coz I like to be stoned or drunk all the time, I don’t want to learn!