In Which There Are Polarizing Issues

Oh, my stars, Gentle Reader. I’m staying with my mother for a few days. After she got done telephoning her friends (who are apparently all watching their grandchildren, and giving Maman ideas*) we started watching this film wherein all lesbians are stalkers/murderers, which I have on very good authority is utter tosh.

Lesbian Mums

Maman has reminded me that many lesbians, in fact, give their mothers grandchildren.

A while ago, one of my best friends -whose wife used to identify as lesbian, I should note- decided that gay people were utter anathema, and that therefore, the decade he’d spent as my substitute brother was a sin weighing on his soul. Now, essentially we’d grown up together – at least, the bit where young men try to figure out what being a young man means – and the other morning, he, and his family were rather on my mind.

You see, his grandmother, Gram, was very kind to me when I was a young awkward mess†, and she’s in her nineties, and I want to attend her eventual funeral. As J. and I have quarrelled over whether I have the right to exist, and I’m more than a little catty, I clearly want to bring an attractive, same-sex, date. I no longer have friends who will be my pretend dates at functions. This makes me sad.

This didn't used to be an issue.

This didn’t used to be an issue.

Alors. I wanted to talk about how J. and I decided to travel to Kentucky, years ago, to surprise his relatives on the chicken farm for Thanksgiving, but the stream-of-conciousness that is this post has left me too distressed.


*K and Ex-husband and I decided that if some combination of us have children, a boy will be called Heathcliff; a girl, Ophelia. YAY LITERATURE!

†I am still a mess, though less awkward, and less young.

About Ty DeLyte

Madame DeLyte has suffered a grave disappointment - YET AGAIN - and still believes that freedom, beauty, and truth are what's valuable, rather than vulgar cash. He'd add love to that list - but, well, what can he say about love?
This entry was posted in Drama, Musings and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

2 Responses to In Which There Are Polarizing Issues

  1. ekgo says:

    WHY would you name children Heathcliff or Ophelia?? May as well just name them Jackasshole and No-Self-Confidence Depression! That’s just cruel parenting, right there.
    I’d have named my daughter Mergatroyd. It’s unique and when she was zoning out and I needed to get her attention, I could yell, “HEAVENS TO MERGATROYD!” Neat, right?

  2. Tyler J. Yoder says:

    That’s the idea precisely, my dear! We’re naming the children after our issues. To be fair, though, Ophelia was really going to be called Wednesday Ophelia Emily Yoder, so that I could call her Woe, or Woey. Heathcliff was also secretly Heathcliff Oscar Aleister Reginald Yoder, and would presumably be covered in rimefrost, whatever that is.
    I like Mergatroyd. You’d have to teach her her stage directions, though.
    My very dear Miss Ward always wanted to have triplets, named Museum, Idea, and Zither, because she liked the sounds of those words.

Have something to say, darling? Don't be shy!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s