Really – 6 months!

Yes, 6 months since my last post!
Well, lots has been going on, namely that Karena and I are getting hitched! We are walking each other down the aisle on November 12th in Portland, Or (hopefully without too much rain)…
There are two reasons we are walking ourselves down the aisle:
- We are 40 and 42 and it seems silly otherwise – plus I think Karena has issue with the idea of giving your daughter “away”
- Both of our fathers are not coming to the ceremony – mine because we haven’t spoken since I became pregnant with Oliver 9 years ago, and hers because he believes our marriage is an abomination
We hadn’t known her father felt this way prior to the wedding invitation – indeed we were taming down some of the elements of the ceremony (we have a drag queen as MC!) in case her father might find it too blue.
Prior to the wedding invitation we had visited her father and his wife – even sleeping in the same bed in their home. They loved Oliver and were very kind to me…
In the letter we got as his response to the invitation, he said that he had been hit on once when he was a young man (after he met a man in a hotel bar and invited him back to his room for another drink – we have NO idea how he could have gotten the wrong idea!) and that years later he saw that man again and wanted to “stomp him like a cockroach.” If there hadn’t been other people in the elevator, he would have beaten him up. Because of this incident, being in a place where there were gay people – like a GAY WEDDING – would be repulsive to him. Oh, but he still loved his daughter.
To him, it is OK to react violently against a man whose only fault was finding him attractive. Wow. He went on to say that this was a typical heterosexual male response. That our straight friends must be lying to us, or hiding their emotions.
This made me think how important it is for everyone to be OUT and to demand EQUAL treatment and EQUAL marriage rights – not just for the 1000+ benefits we are denied, but because this level of anger and hatred still exists – sometimes right under our noses! And maybe the best way to know it’s there is to flush it out. To push it into the light. To not be OK with partial equality – but to stand up for what is our right and see then who your true friends and family are.
I am sad, a bit, for Oliver, who really enjoyed fishing with the man who he would have considered his grandfather after the wedding.
I am glad, though, that this breed of heterosexual man is probably dying out. That the new breed is dominated by people like my ex-boyfriends and my friends and my son, who is also our ring bearer and who I hope will be terribly flattered some day if a man finds him attractive!






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