so last night, my parents called on or about the second hour of post-nap beer drinking. this was right after the long, sometimes funny, sometimes crying in the bathroom, soul-baring airing of issues that had taken up the previous two hours, i was alone while the rest of the bunch was on a mission to pick up edie, who had to go to work during the evening’s festivities — and i was in a rather philosophical mood.
talk turns to the cousins, cousin jody to be exact. jody’s girlfriend’s mom has cancer. we commiserate on the tragedy, and then i am moved to say, somewhat pointedly, “so we are finally admitting we know jody is gay”? (i know that when my parents use the word girlfriend, it is synonymous with ‘pal’ or ‘buddy’) “well, we don’t talk about it”. um. we don’t? jody has been in a loving relationship with a wonderful woman for, oh, a good decade or so. they’ve bought a house together. but we don’t acknowledge the wonder that is a great relationship? could we not say ‘parnter’, and speak of it joyfully?
so i attempted to bring a little perspective into the lives of chronically repressed lapsed presbyterians (right up there on the boring scale with geolicism, the worship of rocks). i do love my parents very much. i wish i lived closer so we could hang out and i could perhaps try to bring them gently but firmly into this century, if only because it makes for a much happier life if you can appreciate all the differences, instead of “not talking about it”.
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it’s raining lightly, and thundering wonderfully. it’s a lovely evening and there’s still a weekend coming! life is good.