In Which A Tradition Is Observed

Hi, Gentle Reader! In anticipation of both my Blogiversary – Friday, if you didn’t know – and of the upcoming holiday, I’ve decided to rerun my second post, from before I really got the hang of this blogging gig. Enjoy!

Hello, again. Hang on a moment while I refill my glass, Internet.

I have a tradition of getting ridiculously trashed and listening to sentimental Christmas songs. I attempted to do that last night, but the signature sense of catharsis was missing. You see, this year, I was doing it by myself.

Typically, we’ll be gathered around the Wireless – well, Youtube, really, but that’s what I call it – and we’ll be listening to Judy Garland’s Have yourself a merry little Christmas, and then my cousin will make a comment about how much Grandma loved that song, my Uncle will chime in with his favourite memory, and in a twinkling, my mother’s gone and put on the dvd-photo-slideshow thing that we had made for her funeral, and we’re all sobbing. As an example. Without my few remaining living relatives gathered ’round, it wasn’t at all the same. I got a little sappy, I missed my ex-husband a bit, and harassed him on Facebook (he’s still my best friend, so it’s all right; he just ended up liking girls better), but I didn’t get the signature absolution that comes from shared grief.

I should note that typically we hold this as a separate occasion than the family Christmas party.

I’m a bit trepidatious about going to the family function. Last year, my uncle nearly punched me, a cousin of mine came out as transgendered recently (mtf, if you’re wondering, and of course I absolutely support her; I’m more concerned about some of our homo- and transphobic relations), and on and on. On Christmas Eve last year, my mother’s then boyfriend – an unscrupulous drug dealer who sold, on occasion, to underaged kids – lit up a joint at the family table. I don’t mind weed, beyond not caring for it, but I do think that one should ask before lighting up in someone else’s home.

I guess the point I’m trying to drive in, here, is that one should embrace the bad times, as they make the good times so much sweeter, and that absolution is to be had in shared grief. Further, I can use all the absolution I can get.

Happy Holidays, everyone. No matter what, or if, you celebrate.

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?
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12 Responses to In Which A Tradition Is Observed

  1. linnetmoss says:

    Ah, the joy of family get-togethers!

  2. ekgo says:

    I can totally read this today since I’ve already read it before! Ha HA!

    • I’m totally not sure if that’s cheating or not, but either way I’m glad you’re reading it. 🙂

      • ekgo says:

        No no no, not cheating. Definitely not cheating. I am not reading things out of order because I already read it so I’m still in order.
        And it was fun to re-read. And I will re-read it AGAIN when I get to this post (repost?)(riposte??) as I read through your blog in a consecutive fashion.

        • Hahaha! Fair enough. How far have you gotten? I’ve forgotten, and there are totally new archive options that will probably confuse anyone trying to read consecutively.

          • ekgo says:

            Yes, I look forward to being highly confused!
            I think I’m up to July? I haven’t had the chance to sit and read in one swell foop for a long time, so I can’t rightly remember, but that seems about where I left off.

          • July is where readership exploded. In my secret heart of hearts, I am wishing that that is because July is where my writing got amazingly interesting, but probably it’s just that I started studying blog technique around then.

          • ekgo says:

            I think it’s because more people realized you were blogging whereas they did not know that fact previously and then they all got on the party train and became your devoted readers.
            I mean, that’s how you got me, after all. Why wouldn’t that be true for the rest of the world, as well? Me = The World. Apparently.

          • Well, you can equal the World if you really want to – your heart is big enough to encompass it (the audience, ever ready, goes “Awwwwwww” here). Especially if you’re saying that the party train leads to my blog. Because it does.

          • ekgo says:

            The Audience, at least those that know me in person, would actually just raise one eyebrow at you and think, “That little black obsidian thing? There’s hardly room in there for a hiccup, let alone the world.”

            But, dude, the party train TOTALLY leads to your blog. It’s why we all hopped aboard!

  3. Reading this post for the first time, and given I’m all kinds of vulnerable and dealing with family horseshit right now, I’m grateful you reposted this.

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