There’s confusion and there’s confusion. And then there’s the mysterious case of the gay bishop. Who is ‘celibate’ anyway. So if he’s celibate, what possible difference does it make to anyone which form of sexual activity he chooses to abstain from? Its like a teetotaller saying gin is preferable to whisky.

Its fucking irrelevant.

In this case literally so. I sincerely hope. Because if the Bishop of Grantham is in fact telling porkie pies about his ‘celibacy’ or re-defining it in some Bill Clintonesque way, then he will certainly burn forevermore in the eternal hellfires of damnation! Otherwise known as being transferred to Peckham.

But assuming the Bish is an honest dude, what’s the problem?

The main one, of course, being that the Church, as in the institution, doesn’t like queers of any stripe. Though most gay men would NEVER wear stripes anyway; not with those shoes. The church has a bit of a problem with homosexuality generally in that even though it would appear that probably three quarters of all clergymen are gay, the church opposes gay marriage, gay ministers, gay anything. They live in a constant state of denial. And that’s just the Anglican Church; the Church of England. In the Catholic church the rate of gayness goes up radically, as does the stated opposition to all things homosexual. Go figure.

Odder still is that Nicholas Chamberlain is indeed Anglican. And in that church, forced celibacy was abolished in 1549 (I googled the Bishop of London himself for that little snippet). Probably when some mediaeval cassock-wearer who was horny as hell. Who knows?

Yet Bishops are indeed expected to take on the whole ‘poverty, chastity, obedience’ shtick as proof of their worthiness to wear purple.

More interesting, and certainly more heterosexual, is the new Woody Allen movie, Cafe Society.
Saw it last night. Its my duty to watch everything the great man (who himself is no stranger to sex scandals) produces.

Its a wonderful film. Stylish, beautiful to watch, funny and re-assuringly only 90 minutes long, it was great. Jesse Eisenberg played… well, he played Woody Allen; everyone plays Woody Allen in his films, that’s his rule. Woody himself narrates, then all the actors and actresses impersonate him as they read his words in his style, with his mannerisms. And its about love. In Hollywood in the 1930s. Kristen Stewart smoulders in her first attempt at love without vampires. Steve Carrell is great, Eisenberg pretty good himself. Its not ‘vintage Woody’ because he simply doesn’t do that any longer. But it is a lovely movie.

Happy Sunday

A xxxx