Its the Cannes film festival. Over in… errr… well, Cannes, probably. They didn’t invite me. But its great to see what movies are soon to be coming to cinemas here. In a few years time, no doubt, when everyone else in the world has already bought the dvd off Amazon in a $2 sale. But its always worth seeing what will be arriving at these shores sometime in my later life.

And there’s some great films too. Sicario looks good, Mad Max looks stupid, even though its received rave reviews, and then there’s ‘Carol’. Which really is the zeitgeist movie. Because its about lesbians.

And lesbianism is very of the moment. Not in a butch way, not (thankfully) in a cropped hair, Doctor Martens way, not even in a ‘Blue is the warmest colour’, totally pornographic French way. Not even in a ‘coming out as a lesbian’ way. This is more about sexual ‘flexibility’ for women. Kind of ‘bisexuality lite’. In which women ‘experiment’ with lesbianism, not as a lifestyle but just for a bit. Sorry, for a while.

Carol is apparently just such a tale. Cate Blanchett (who is now speaking out for women to have relationships with whoever the hell they want and keeping it wonderfully vague on personal tastes) has an affair with Rooney Mara. In Clouds of Sils Maria Juliette Binoche seduces Kristen Stewart who this time doesn’t get saved by a vampire.

Men generally don’t ‘dabble’ sexually. They’re either gay or they’re not. Or they can be hermaphrodites or even Management Consultants, but they stick with the plan.

However, women are a different kettle of… whatever. They dabble. Apparently 1 in 5 of 18 to 25 year-olds has ‘done a Cara’ (Delevene) or a Miley. And created sexual ambiguity which must really confuse their parents. So they have a fling with a girl, then take another boyfriend. Or another girl. Or whatever.

And I approve. Because I’m a bit of a libertarian at heart. Which is a cross between a liberal and a librarian, or maybe just someone who doesn’t eat social democrats, but whatever it is, that’s what I am. Because I done my growing up in the 60s and 70s where the girls all wore flowers in their hair, and not much else. Love was ‘free’. It was the consequences that were more expensive. And promiscuity was the old austerity.

I’ve never been gay, nor bisexual, only intensely masculine, heroically manly, mildly metrosexual, superbly butch Ultimate Specimen of Male. But I’d love to be a lesbian. Where do I apply?

See what happens to a normal man’s mind when the football’s almost finished???

Happy Wednesday

A xxxx