Chiara’s slave
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What about us Tris?
Is Your Boat a "She" or a "He"?
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Koeketiene
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RunAgroundHard
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The IRPCS refer to vessels as "her", for example, Rule 15, so they must be female, she :-
https://assets.publishing.service.g...loads/attachment_data/file/281965/msn1781.pdf
https://assets.publishing.service.g...loads/attachment_data/file/281965/msn1781.pdf
westernman
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I know of heteros, gays and bis. But tris is a new one for me.
RunAgroundHard
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"tris" is not mentioned, but there are far more pronouns to get yer head around, if interested.
Gender Pronouns | LGBTQ+ Resource Center
ChromeDome
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It is "the boat" or "it" and will remain so until it personally declares how it sees itself in this regard..
Thus it should not ignite flaming from the LGBTq+ Injection Coupé (or is that a car model?) community (besides those who are always ready to be offended on behalf of others).
Edit: There are two genders only. The rest is preferences - or a lack of.
Thus it should not ignite flaming from the LGBTq+ Injection Coupé (or is that a car model?) community (besides those who are always ready to be offended on behalf of others).
Edit: There are two genders only. The rest is preferences - or a lack of.
Spirit (of Glenans)
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Perhaps that's the word for those that are unsuccessful in the dating scene
Chiara’s slave
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I’m not sure what the Mrs would say if I were successful, but I doubt it would be pleasant!Perhaps that's the word for those that are unsuccessful in the dating scene
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Capt Popeye
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Well , humm , maybe as there are only 2 real genders , all others are maybe's , ifs , and thoughts plus 'remiss', or even 'if only'
Poignard
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'Struggling across the heaving deck, the Pilot joined the group.
Brokenly, shouting down the wind, "She'll never do it, Capt'in, I tell 'oo! ... An' th' tide.... Try th' south passage.... Stags, sure! ... See them fair now! ... Th' south passage, Capt'in.... It iss some years, indeed, but ... I know. _Diwedd an'l_! She'll never weather it, Capt'in!"
"Aye ... and weather it ... an' the gear holds! Goad, man! Are ye sailor enough t' know what'll happen if Ah start a brace, wi' this press o' sail oan her? T' wind'ard ... she goes. Ne'er failed me yet"--a mute caress of the stout taffrail, a slap of his great hand. "Into it, ye bitch! T' wind'ard! T' wind'ard!"
Staggering, taking the shock and onset of the relentless seas, but ever turning the haughty face of her anew to seek the wind, she struggled on, nearing the cruel rocks and their curtain of hurtling breakers.
Timely, the moon rose, herself invisible, but shedding a diffused light in the east, showing the high summits of the rocks, upreared above the blinding spindrift. A low moaning boom broke on our strained ears, turning to the hoarse roar of tortured waters as we drew on.
"How does 't bear noo, M'Kellar? Is she makin' oan't?" shouted the Old Man.
The Second Mate, at the binnacle, sighted across the wildly swinging compass card. "No' sure, Sir. ... Th' caird swingin' ... think there's hauf a p'int.... Hauf a p'int, onyway!"
"Half a point!" A great comber upreared and struck a deep resounding blow--"That for yeer half a point"--as her head swung wildly off--off, still the stout spanker, the windward driver, straining at the stern sheets, drove her anew to a seaward course.
Nearer, but a mile off, the rocks plain in a shaft of breaking moonlight.
"How now, M'Kellar?"
"Nae change, Sir! ... 'bout east, nor'-east ... deefecult ... th' caird swingin'...."
The Old Man left his post and struggled to the binnacle. "East, nor'-east ... east o' that, mebbe," he muttered. Then, to 'Dutchy,' at the weather helm, "Full, m' lad! Keep 'er full an' nae mair! Goad, man! Steer as ye never steered ... th' wind's yer mairk.... Goad! D'na shake her!"
Grasping the binnacle to steady himself against the wild lurches of the staggering hull, the Old Man stared steadily aloft, unheeding the roar and crash of the breakers, now loud over all--eyes only for the
straining canvas and standing spars above him.
"She's drawin' ahead, Sir," shouted M'Kellar, tense, excited. "East, b' nor' ... an' fast!"
The Old Man raised a warning hand to the steersman. "Nae higher! Nae higher! Goad, man! Dinna let 'r gripe!"
Dread suspense! Would she clear? A narrow lane of open water lay clear of the bow--broadening as we sped on.
"Nae higher! Nae higher! Aff! Aff! Up hellum, up!" His voice a scream, the Old Man turned to bear a frantic heave on the spokes.
Obedient to the helm and the Mate's ready hand at the driver sheets, she flew off, free of the wind and sea--tearing past the towering rocks, a cable's length to leeward. Shock upon shock, the great Atlantic sea broke and shattered and fell back from the scarred granite face of the outmost Stag; a seething maelstrom of tortured waters, roaring, crashing, shrilling into the deep, jagged fissures--a shriek of Furies bereft.
And, high above the tumult of the waters and the loud, glad cries of us, the hoarse, choking voice of the man who had backed his ship.
"Done it, ye bitch!"--a now trembling hand at his old grey head. "Done it! Weathered--by Goad!"'
[From "The Brassbounder" by Captain David Bone]
Brokenly, shouting down the wind, "She'll never do it, Capt'in, I tell 'oo! ... An' th' tide.... Try th' south passage.... Stags, sure! ... See them fair now! ... Th' south passage, Capt'in.... It iss some years, indeed, but ... I know. _Diwedd an'l_! She'll never weather it, Capt'in!"
"Aye ... and weather it ... an' the gear holds! Goad, man! Are ye sailor enough t' know what'll happen if Ah start a brace, wi' this press o' sail oan her? T' wind'ard ... she goes. Ne'er failed me yet"--a mute caress of the stout taffrail, a slap of his great hand. "Into it, ye bitch! T' wind'ard! T' wind'ard!"
Staggering, taking the shock and onset of the relentless seas, but ever turning the haughty face of her anew to seek the wind, she struggled on, nearing the cruel rocks and their curtain of hurtling breakers.
Timely, the moon rose, herself invisible, but shedding a diffused light in the east, showing the high summits of the rocks, upreared above the blinding spindrift. A low moaning boom broke on our strained ears, turning to the hoarse roar of tortured waters as we drew on.
"How does 't bear noo, M'Kellar? Is she makin' oan't?" shouted the Old Man.
The Second Mate, at the binnacle, sighted across the wildly swinging compass card. "No' sure, Sir. ... Th' caird swingin' ... think there's hauf a p'int.... Hauf a p'int, onyway!"
"Half a point!" A great comber upreared and struck a deep resounding blow--"That for yeer half a point"--as her head swung wildly off--off, still the stout spanker, the windward driver, straining at the stern sheets, drove her anew to a seaward course.
Nearer, but a mile off, the rocks plain in a shaft of breaking moonlight.
"How now, M'Kellar?"
"Nae change, Sir! ... 'bout east, nor'-east ... deefecult ... th' caird swingin'...."
The Old Man left his post and struggled to the binnacle. "East, nor'-east ... east o' that, mebbe," he muttered. Then, to 'Dutchy,' at the weather helm, "Full, m' lad! Keep 'er full an' nae mair! Goad, man! Steer as ye never steered ... th' wind's yer mairk.... Goad! D'na shake her!"
Grasping the binnacle to steady himself against the wild lurches of the staggering hull, the Old Man stared steadily aloft, unheeding the roar and crash of the breakers, now loud over all--eyes only for the
straining canvas and standing spars above him.
"She's drawin' ahead, Sir," shouted M'Kellar, tense, excited. "East, b' nor' ... an' fast!"
The Old Man raised a warning hand to the steersman. "Nae higher! Nae higher! Goad, man! Dinna let 'r gripe!"
Dread suspense! Would she clear? A narrow lane of open water lay clear of the bow--broadening as we sped on.
"Nae higher! Nae higher! Aff! Aff! Up hellum, up!" His voice a scream, the Old Man turned to bear a frantic heave on the spokes.
Obedient to the helm and the Mate's ready hand at the driver sheets, she flew off, free of the wind and sea--tearing past the towering rocks, a cable's length to leeward. Shock upon shock, the great Atlantic sea broke and shattered and fell back from the scarred granite face of the outmost Stag; a seething maelstrom of tortured waters, roaring, crashing, shrilling into the deep, jagged fissures--a shriek of Furies bereft.
And, high above the tumult of the waters and the loud, glad cries of us, the hoarse, choking voice of the man who had backed his ship.
"Done it, ye bitch!"--a now trembling hand at his old grey head. "Done it! Weathered--by Goad!"'
[From "The Brassbounder" by Captain David Bone]
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Leisure 27
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Do not mention this to the American Maga right wing nutters or they will be setting fire to boats all across America.
oldgit
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"She" one way or the other, despite everything " he" gets wrong en route , has never yet failed to get everyone in "her" care safely home.
Stemar
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Jazzcat's clearly bi. (Bicoque in French)
It gets worse: un bateau is masculine, un voilier is masculine, but une bicoque is feminine. No wonder the poor thing's confused.
It gets worse: un bateau is masculine, un voilier is masculine, but une bicoque is feminine. No wonder the poor thing's confused.
Chiara’s slave
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A gender confused catamaran. How very modern
lustyd
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surprised this blatantly political post has lasted since December, Kudos for avoiding sanctions!
johnalison
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It’s not political at all, or current affairs, though there are plenty in the public eye having those at the moment, but just Wokeism gone mad.
Disgusted of Essex.
Poignard
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Nothing political in Post #71.
Seamanship and fine writing.
Seamanship and fine writing.
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The Q
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She was Gay Lady 8, built by and for the Herbert Woods yard in 1960, sold out of hire use in 1984, she was then named Gay Octavia, last registered on the broads 2015.
The Q
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Any boat I sail is a she when she's good and a bar steward when she isn't.
