dewdrop_world
12-14-2006, 07:40 AM
Cute op-ed here:
http://www.newwest.net/index.php/city/article/homo_for_the_holidays/C136/L136/
If she wants to spend time with her brother at the holidays -- and also spend time with her partner -- then they’ll have to pretend that they’re just good friends. This is like asking a boat to pretend it’s a car. Sooner or later, the wheels will fall off. It’s the small gestures that give a long-term couple away. A determined homophobe can ignore the joint checking account and the joint mortgage. He can’t ignore the nicknames, the sharing of sweaters and socks, and the countless demonstrations of an intimate knowledge of one another’s likes and dislikes. Your brother might have no idea that cruciferous vegetables give you gas, but your partner will stop you from eating the broccoli. She’ll take the dish right out of your hands and say, “Honey, you know you can’t eat that. You’ll be up all night.”
This will be followed by dead silence. A moment or two will pass, and someone will say, “How about those Cowboys?” Someone else will speculate about the weather. A small child will offer a lengthy and terrifying exposition about how Yellowstone National Park is sitting on top of a supervolcano, and when that supervolcano blows, it’ll take out Wyoming, Utah, and half of Idaho. The lesbian couple will wish for it to blow that very minute, taking out the entire holiday supper table, broccoli, brother and all.
When you’ve been a couple for two decades, your family knows. Your dad knows. Your mom knows. You grandma and grandpa, your Uncle Bob the Catholic priest, and your brother all know. A lifetime of gayness is the second worst-kept secret in the world. The first is the truth about Santa Claus. Your brother ruined that for you when you were six, but you’re not allowed to return the favor by telling him that you and your "roommate" do not sleep in the same bed because she’s afraid of the dark and you can’t afford your own futon. You sleep in the same bed because you’re a couple, and that’s what couples do.
:D
James
http://www.newwest.net/index.php/city/article/homo_for_the_holidays/C136/L136/
If she wants to spend time with her brother at the holidays -- and also spend time with her partner -- then they’ll have to pretend that they’re just good friends. This is like asking a boat to pretend it’s a car. Sooner or later, the wheels will fall off. It’s the small gestures that give a long-term couple away. A determined homophobe can ignore the joint checking account and the joint mortgage. He can’t ignore the nicknames, the sharing of sweaters and socks, and the countless demonstrations of an intimate knowledge of one another’s likes and dislikes. Your brother might have no idea that cruciferous vegetables give you gas, but your partner will stop you from eating the broccoli. She’ll take the dish right out of your hands and say, “Honey, you know you can’t eat that. You’ll be up all night.”
This will be followed by dead silence. A moment or two will pass, and someone will say, “How about those Cowboys?” Someone else will speculate about the weather. A small child will offer a lengthy and terrifying exposition about how Yellowstone National Park is sitting on top of a supervolcano, and when that supervolcano blows, it’ll take out Wyoming, Utah, and half of Idaho. The lesbian couple will wish for it to blow that very minute, taking out the entire holiday supper table, broccoli, brother and all.
When you’ve been a couple for two decades, your family knows. Your dad knows. Your mom knows. You grandma and grandpa, your Uncle Bob the Catholic priest, and your brother all know. A lifetime of gayness is the second worst-kept secret in the world. The first is the truth about Santa Claus. Your brother ruined that for you when you were six, but you’re not allowed to return the favor by telling him that you and your "roommate" do not sleep in the same bed because she’s afraid of the dark and you can’t afford your own futon. You sleep in the same bed because you’re a couple, and that’s what couples do.
:D
James