All things gay…
As I type this, poor Mammy2 is on the phone every few minutes, saying the same thing over and over. Yes, we’d love to get married, no I don’t see it coming in anytime soon. For the same reasons everyone else wants to get married.
She is the only gay in the village as far as the press are concerned.
The Spiders were good fun. Such fun in fact that I was in no fit state to update the blog on Friday. I was just about able to upload all the pics I took from the night and remove the red eye. Shame there is no cure for Pink Eye. Thankfully, I was not the only one suffering. One of the guys didn’t make it in, he was dying. Friday passed in a blur as I envisioned crawling home to my bed. She got all of her christmas shopping out of the way on Friday evening with the best mate. Well, most of the shopping. I was rudely awoken from an early night by her pounding the door down and showing me the pressies she got for Mammy2. If she lasts until christmas without telling her I’ll be amazed. The photographer from the Irish Times was around on Saturday to take our pic for today’s paper. She spent the best part of an hour taking pics and used what I think was the cheesiest one!
The guy rang Mammy2 last night to do the interview, its only a small piece but its important. We tried our best to get some other couple to do it, whilst we don’t mind doing it, sometimes we feel that the generic public must be out there going “For god’s sake just let them get married, it might keep them off the telly” etc. The way I feel about it is if I’m out then what else is there for people to know about me, or what should I be afriad of people finding out. When I was younger, there were no regular gay people in the media and so before I even came out, I was petrified as to what gay
people were like. This shouldn’t be the case, we should be out there showing everyone that we’re not sexual deviants, well some of us, I can’t speak for everyone ;). We fall in love, we bring up children, we want the same rights as everyone else. So what? We should be putting
ourselves out there and forcing people to see that we are no different to anyone else. As one famous campaign a few years ago phrased it, we’re sons and daughters, nieces ,nephews, grandchildren, gay, lesbian, bisexual. Its just another term to add to the list. We’re people just like everyone else.
What annoys me even more is the people who think that its alright to ‘give’ us we equal rights as long as the children are protected. From what? Grrrrrrrrr.. Give us the same rights as everyone else but when it comes to children, leave this to the professionals, the hetrosexual couples. If we’re not abusing them, we’ll want them as homosexual mascots.
Anyhow, I shall get off my soapbox now.
Saturday was spent doing some clothes shopping with Mammy2 and then spending some time with Mammy2’s family, her brother and his family were up from Mayo for the weekend. Sisters night was very succesful this week. I am only now regaining the power in my arm, she has a nasty habit of holding tight to my left arm and squeezing. Obviously this helps when you are watching a scary film? She was petriefied. The film was the Exorcism of Emily Rose and whilst it had some jumpy moments, I wouldn’t say it was terrifying. She actually screamed out loud at one stage and no-one else did. A few people looked around at her and smiled, not that she noticed, she buried under her jacket.
On the way home was the usual discussion of when she moves out and gets her own place. She really has no concept of money, trying to explain to her that you’d need a full time job to have your own place in Dublin was not getting through. I told her she can get a student loan once she starts college. She then thought she could get enough of a loan to buy a nice 2 bed-roomed apartment on the south side. Explaining mortgages at around 12.30 of a Sunday night was not something I was looking forward to. So, I told her Mammy2 was good at all that financial stuff and that she might run through it with her. I’m sure Mammy2 will kill me, but I managed to stop the conversation for a while at least.
This week is looking equally hectic. My christmas party, meeting up with a friend from my college days, she recently got engaged and celebrated her 30th and I still have to give her her card and pressie and then Mammy2’s christmas party which is on the Friday. I asked the kid to swap sisters night to the Friday night so she seemed happy enough with that. She’s in grand form now that her period finally arrived, although I felt sorry for J the boyf on Saturday. She got it into her head that some girl at the gig he was playing at fancied him and wanted to be with him, there was tears and everything. I don’t know how the poor boy manages.
