Indeed. Although "I'd never want to confine you, Kitten, 'cause that's not my bag". Man.
The comforting thing about conspiracy theories (especially those in which you actually have intentionally placed yourself at the mercy of an omnipotent 'oppressor') is that nothing is ever your fault. You never have to take responsibility for the consequences of your own actions, because there's always a Them to whom you can point by way of explanation.
Whatever Kitten says (and one suspects she's never going to admit to personal responsibility - not in the group setting, anyway), I suspect she's pretty shaken by everyone's response (and Emma, bless 'er, phrased it pretty well - "you're selfish"). For all that she works to be the Sole Voice Of Dissent, the irritant outsider, I don't think she likes being outcast. She looked pretty miserable isolating herself in the living room...
Meanwhile, over in Cocktease Corner, Spambo's deep 'n' meaningful conversation was a classic come-on: throughout his sighing reflections on the shallowness of casual sex, he talked about wanting "someone", the "person" who'd spoon with him (and, presumably, moisturise his quads) of a Sunday morning - then, at the height of mutual yearning, squashed it all with suddenly-gender-specific mention of a wife, kids, car, house, picket fence, etc. Poor Dan.
(I suspect that Jason wants to be a wife. A trophy one, 1950s style, with nothing to do but keep young and beautiful for hubby...)
For what it's worth, I actually thought Kitten was right on the 'gay oppression' stuff. The fact that she has only one way of making a point (stand apart and hector/moralise, in increasingly strident tone), however, means that anyone who might sympathise treats her (at best) like the "don't be a sinner, be a winner" Jesus-freak on Oxford Street. |
