This thanksgiving was kind of “gay”. And by that I mean my parents each said the word “gay”– in normal conversation!
First my mom made reference to something about my being gay (I don’t remember exactly what it was about, but it was something about how something wouldn’t be good for my demographic). I sort of glossed over it.
But then later she was lamenting the foreclosed upon house next to her (the north side neighbors). She’s hated them since they moved in a few years back. Definitely W.T. and they treated their dogs horribly, etc.
But they finally left, and the bank owns the house now. Mom was hoping it would sell soon, and she said, “I sure wish a nice gay couple would buy it and move in. I know they would fix it up nice and be much better neighbors.”
And then the next day, after talking politics (specifically the gay amendment in MN) and football, my dad asked me if I was seeing anyone. I told him no, and he said that made him sad.
I spoke frankly and told him that the older I get, the shallower the talent pool gets, until eventually it will dry up entirely. He said he totally understood, and then said that it must be difficult for gays to find someone, because the number of eligible people is much reduced.
And then he added it must be extra difficult for me since my sense of humor is … quirky.
We both laughed at that.
I don’t know why the whole “gay” topic is so avoided- I mean, I *am* an only child after all and it’s not like they don’t know that prefer the peen. Maybe it’s because I’m not comfortable discussing personal stuff with them in general. But we really don’t talk about the the homo thing ever.
Until this past Thanksgiving.
I’m not sure I liked it (because it still made me a bit uncomfortable) but maybe moving forward it will be one less thing I have to worry about when I visit home.