I think it depends on the Geographic location of the internet servers that 'serve' the site, and also the location of the 'owner/operator'. If Gaycork.com were based offshore in the Bahamas, the Irish 'religious' law would not be applicable, and we could blast away about religion with impunity and without fear of prosecution! Teri_Rose
Yes! - But they do not give a damn! [:-B] The Isle of Man would be a good place actually - A lot of the poker/Gaming sites/companies are based there, to avoid high taxes. I Think the Manx (A lot of Scandi/Norse origin) are not staunch Catholic Blasphemic biased! Teri_Rose
Only in Ireland! as in Only in America! It really is a joke! The rest of Europe must be wondering, Should we not be working on how to make Ireland a better place to live in, without more litigious Red Tape! and erosion of Free Speech?[:-B] Teri_Rose
Ahm, call me old-fashioned or whatever, but i don't want people to be able to "blast away at religion" just for the sake of it. A lot of people deliberately set out to offend others. Their intention is to cause personal offence. Surely a better way to discuss the merits (or lack thereof) of religions is to enter into a reasoned debate without the need to resort to deliberate insult?
british gay newspaper prosecuted for blasphemy (history) In 1976-1977, Mary Whitehouse brought a private prosecution of blasphemy (Whitehouse v. Lemon) against both the newspaper and its editor, Denis Lemon, over the publication of James Kirkup's poem The Love that Dares to Speak its Name in the issue dated 3 June 1976. Denis Lemon was found guilty and sentenced to a suspended 18-month prison sentence and personally fined ₤1,000. When all totalled up, fines and court costs awarded against Lemon and Gay News amounted to nearly ₤10,000.[3] After a campaign and several appeals the suspended prison sentence was dropped. The case drew enormous media coverage at the time http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gay_News THE LOVE THAT DARES SPEAK ITS NAME By James Kirkup . As they took him from the cross I, the centurion, took him in my arms- the tough lean body of a man no longer young, beardless, breathless, but well hung. . He was still warm. While they prepared the tomb I kept guard over him. His mother and the Magdalen had gone to fetch clean linen to shroud his nakedness. . I was alone with him. For the last time I kissed his mouth. My tongue found his, bitter with death. I licked his wound- the blood was harsh For the last time I laid my lips around the tip of that great cock, the instrument of our salvation, our eternal joy. The shaft, still throbbed, anointed with death's final ejaculation . I knew he'd had it off with other men- with Herod's guards, with Pontius Pilate, With John the Baptist, with Paul of Tarsus with foxy Judas, a great kisser, with the rest of the Twelve, together and apart. He loved all men, body, soul and spirit. - even me. . So now I took off my uniform, and, naked, lay together with him in his desolation, caressing every shadow of his cooling flesh, hugging him and trying to warm him back to life. Slowly the fire in his thighs went out, while I grew hotter with unearthly love. It was the only way I knew to speak our love's proud name, to tell him of my long devotion, my desire, my dread- something we had never talked about. My spear, wet with blood, his dear, broken body all open wounds, and in each wound his side, his back, his mouth - I came and came and came . as if each coming was my last. And then the miracle possessed us. I felt him enter into me, and fiercely spend his spirit's finbal seed within my hole, my soul, pulse upon pulse, unto the ends of the earth- he crucified me with him into kingdom come. . -This is the passionate and blissful crucifixion same-sex lovers suffer, patiently and gladly. They inflict these loving injuries of joy and grace one upon the other, till they dies of lust and pain within the horny paradise of one another's limbs, with one voice cry to heaven in a last divine release. . Then lie long together, peacefully entwined, with hope of resurrection, as we did, on that green hill far away. But before we rose again, they came and took him from me. They knew no what we had done, but felt no shame or anger. Rather they were gald for us, and blessed us, as would he, who loved all men. . And after three long, lonely days, like years, in which I roamed the gardens of my grief seeking for him, my one friend who had gone from me, he rose from sleep, at dawn, and showed himself to me before all others. And took me to him with the love that now forever dares to speak its name.
Jesus poses naked in Italian gay magazine! Italian footballer player could be punished for gay magazine shoot www.pinknews.co.uk http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=htt...%2F&h=4c64a81d9045017de66ad987c7ffffe2&ref=mf
I would find that poem blasphemous, and deeply offensive to Christians. There is no doubt that it was intended to be controversial and offensive. Three cheers for the late Mary Whitehouse!
It is quite scandalous alright, in a very erotic/necro way [:-|] I can see why indeed why Mary did what she did!
