I couldn't agree with you more.

In the first place I love drag queens too. Why? Because they have the kind of balls it takes to be who you are, and to live 'the life'. I like the way they can be sassy and lovable at the same time. I've never met a drag queen I didn't like for one reson or another.

And secondly, as I said in my post 15, it was a drag queen who triggered the Stonewaal Riots and brought Gay Liberation to America. Not only a drag queen, but a black drag queen to boot.

What guts! What style! What authenticity! What a priviledge to be a friend of a drag queen!

This is the 21st century. children need to learn as soon as possible about the rainbow community.

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I played with the site for a while. It's like playing dress up with a doll. I don't see what is so outrageous about the site.

Maybe I'll find a cute bloke and he'll import me to Europe : )

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Also, I meant that I would like to see transexuals mainstreaming now. Not becoming the subject of a shallow website where people who don't know trans people will form suggestable opinions.

Apologies for my comment haze x

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Drag is mostly sexualised and not a topic suitable for younger kids to be exposed to. Especially when it glamourises such shallow attitudes in fashion and surgery. We are encouraging a generation of screwed up people that push stuff to the limit. Stuff that should now be mainstreaming not becoming more extreme (i.e. transexuality). It's really sad.

What next, virtual wraps of coke you can buy to make your character more outgoing? Vile.

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Sorry all, I just nipped into the loo for a minute and found a total stranger on my laptop!?

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At first I thought I would not comment on this issue, but something you said stuck to one of the little wheels turning in my lame-brain.

It has to do with the following phrase:

'…not as innocent a company as sone might think.'

Don't get me wrong, I'm no better than you are at putting together the puzzles of life, trust me!

Bear with me for a minute, OK?

A neighbor of mine, who went to Mass practically every day and who lived in a brick house with a living room the size of a football field, complete with a white baby grande piano and an enormous fireplace, a lovely and delicate wife, three children who are now all professionals now earning 6 figures a year, started talking to me one day over the white picket fence.

Now, I'm the kind of guy who loves to have a bit of flowers in the ground around the house so in the Spring I go out and buy whatever strikes my eye and I stick them in the earth here and there and I more or less ignore them for the rest of the summer.

My neighbor, whose name was Guy, was the kind of guy who would spend a week turning over his flower beds, adding manure, srirring it all up, adding peat moss…get the picture?

Then he would go the most expensive greenhouse in town and arrive home with the back of his half-ton truck full of the most beautiful flowers imaginable… planting systematically…watering with fertilizers…weeding…get the picture?

As we talked over the fence, I found out in no time that he thought my flowers were more beautiful than his and he wanted to know my secret. I jokingly told him that if I wouldn't give away my secret recipe for lobster bisque, I certainly would not give away my gardening secrets.

We became friends, friendly enough that one day I asked him in passing how he managed to retire at 50 years old (the guy had a grade 7 education), buy such a magnificent home, and spend his time gardening, filling his bird feeders, going to the curling club and buying expensive paintings 'and we all love the frames'…get the picture?

Hard work, he says, good old-fashioned hard work. He had owned a small company that installed sewage systems in new subdivisions somewhere in Ontario.

The twist was that his wife's nephew was one of my best friends, and when I asked him how Guy made his fortune, he chuckled for a minute, aand told me that Guy had managed to put aside a few bucks, that he invested in the stock market and that he had made a killing at it.

When I asked what Guy had invested in, my friend chuckled again and said quite frankly that Guy had invested in a company in Florida that manufactured condoms. Get the picture?

My point is that I often wonder if there is such a thing as being innocent in the business world. Are we naive when we think that money just falls out of heaven or grows on trees?

Businessmen go where the money is, and very often morality takes a back seat except when you want people to think you're a great guy by going to Mass every day.

Sorry to have hogged the inches on this thread, but as I said, I'm kind of a lame-brain sometimes.

Oh, and not to be unkind, but did you know that Dale Carnegie once said that any fool can complain and that most fools do?

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The Gay Liberation in America which took place as a result of the Stonewall Riots in June '69 was speareheaded by Transsexuals. I have it on film, and don't ever let anyone tell you differently. Only our fabulous drag queens had the balls to say:

'Enough is enough, and f*ck you, NYC pigs!' The rest is history.

Hugs and kisses to all you Trans.

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Humbug is alive and well.

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Establishing "family" groups which then endeavour to mislead professionals that they are neutral groups is a common tactic of the antigay extremists.

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