Improving Male Lesbians: Dedicated to Pernille Harder

It was a proud day for all Wolfsburg Women (WW) fans yesterday as Pernille Harder was voted European Women’s Player of the Year.

I declared my fandom for Pernille on this site’s sister blog travel25years last month, after writing about Wolfsburg Women in my last book XaW Files: Beyond Humanity, and noticing Pernille at the European Championships last year captaining Denmark, before knowing she played for Wolfsburg. She transferred there in December, 2016, a year after XaW Files was published: was she a fan of the book before Wolfsburg? The truth is out there…

Here’s Wolfsburg in their glorious greenYgrey kit:

I am Nothing if not a WW: Wordplay Wonder

While I would have liked to have seen Pernille playing for Wolfsburg Women I now feel like avoiding them, in case they think I’m a weirdo! If they invited me I would go!!

I have nothing much to offer Pernille than fandom, but was thinking that at my time of age, I would declare myself a lesbian man for Pernille and her partner, Magdalena Eriksson.

That got me thinking if there was such a thing: a male lesbian. I did find some references to male lesbians, but they were called just that, in two words.

Lesbian Man Better Term

Being a SPG (self-proclaimed genius), not to be confused with PSG as I wrote this week on this blog, I thought I could improve that by blending them together into: lesbiman.

I’ll dedicate it to Pernille and Magdalena, and any other nice women I’ve met in my life, and especially over the last thirteen years of creative writing and nostalgic travelling. My contribution to Pride.

Hopefully the not so nice people of the world that attack any humour that they think may be about them will see that parody and satire is not necessarily negative. I include Pernille and the Wolfsburg Women in my humour while really admiring and supporting them, a little bit from afar!

I would be delighted if other creatives or media parodied me or the greenYgrey in such a respectful way, and that’s all I’ve got to say on the matter this sunny September eve day!

If you want to read more on Wolfsburg Women, when Alexandra Popp was top of the pops during the greenYgrey’s epic ramble around Europe to a finding our Andy Warhol, Andy Wolfhol, travel quest pop art theme, look no further:

One Morning’s Century of Thought

I have a confession. I have been brewing coffilosophy in other kitchens of thought, in this great mansion of social media, within the community of www. Then this morning a story about a space mission that will take forty years compounded my thoughts on time being the best teacher. If that mission is a success, then the people who are around then, and know its results, will know much more about our existence than the deepest searching thinkers of today and the past.

Doors of Perception: Time is the Top Teacher (T3)

People like Aldous Huxley, who inspired The Doors band name. I’m just playing their 1968 L.A. concert on YouTube. When The Doors and other 1960s counter-culture bands were doing most of their searching, humanity hadn’t landed on the moon yet, with that taking place in 1969; if you believe NASA and the astronauts.

So when you think of all the knowledge we’ve acquired about space, and our existence within it, in the last fifty years; such as icy moons around Jupiter and Saturn that provide a good chance of life, if we can get probes there, with missions planned in the next decade; then we’ve gone some way to answering some of the questions Jim Morrison was wondering about, and searching for through mental searching, sometimes involving stimulants.

Neuroscience has answered many others, with brain scanning particularly helpful.

Of course mental searching can provide insight into yourself, and clues as to the rest of humanity, if you believe we are all alike in some ways.

I could’ve written a Folding Mirror poem about it, but think/know I’ve written some similar ones before, both our time in the present between past and future, and the advances in astronomy and neuroscience mirroring each other.

In line with the trend of abbreviating and imaging everything, I did think seeing around a century of thought could be reduced to the image:  via the acronym: ICT.

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