Sappho expressed her love for women via poetry while on the island of Lesbos – though she committed suicide over a man in the 7th century BC. People from Lesbos are called Lesbians – and want to continue to do so without the rest of us chuckling.
Hence have some of the modern day inhabitants gone to the Greek courts to demand that the Homosexual and Lesbian Community of Greece go and change their name. No doubt a refusal will lead to new poems being written, in anger rather than love about the global same love of modern women.
They claim that the Greek government now refers to the island after it’s capital of Mytilini. These proud people want to be happy (do not call them gay) Lesbians, and wish their human rights protected against the sexual definition that we all use the world over.
Of all the social problems a community of 100,000 could be suffering from, I cannot believe that this is a real issue. It seems that their response is like trying to lay leather around the whole world so they feel comfortable travelling rather than the obvious answer of wearing leather on their feet – i.e. change the name of the island to Mytilini. Or else just accept that there is a double meaning, and be proud of a love that for much of history dared not speak its name for fear of a genuine social ill – repression of people based on sexual orientation. That really is a breach of human rights.
There is also the Gay tourist market that they could embrace. But this could be a balance of payments issue for the island. Maybe they want to be the only country that can export Lesbians. They already have a comparative advantage in terms of the history and island name.
Inspired by the people of Lesbos I am trying to have homosexuality defined as a none sexual term as it confuses people over Homo sapiens, and causes me distress as people think my pseudo name of Homo econonomicus is a reference to my own sexual orientation, rather than a homage to economics and biology. It causes much distress when women (and more so men) mistakenly think this is my orientation and even when countered prevents any hopes of congress due to existing preconceptions – a clear breach of my human rights.
Hopefully this nonsense will soon be put to rest, and maybe the thing that really matters will come into focus – the poetry of Sappho herself and love that in many cases dare not speak its name. To close here is her poem “Please”.
Come back to me, Gongyla, here tonight,
You, my rose, with your Lydian lyre.
There hovers forever around you delight:
A beauty desired.
Even your garment plunders my eyes.
I am enchanted: I who once
Complained to the Cyprus-born goddess,
Whom I now beseech
Never to let this lose me grace
But rather bring you back to me:
Amongst all mortal women the one
I most wish to see.