With a co-worker, driving to a local meeting, where I am giving a quick chat...
"Are you nervous about your speech today?"
No.
"Do you know what you're going to say?"
No.
"You'll think of something."
(pause)
"I gave a presentation at a business association once, and I brought my parents. When I was finished and everyone was clapping, my father leaned over and said 'They really like you!'"
Very Sally Fields.
"It was like he was saying, 'You're gay, but they like you anyway!'"
What business association was this for?
"It was an interior design organization."
Well then he probably thought they liked you just because designers always like gay people.
"They would have loved me anyway. I was really good."
Does your father still not like you being gay?
"He hates it. He won't even come over to my condo."
If you want them to come over, maybe you should take down all the photos of naked men.
"No."
Just for the visit, you can put them back.
"Why should I change who I am just for them?"
It's not who you are, it's the decorations in your living room.
"I don't care if it offends them. I am offended by their home and I don't say anything."
Why is it offensive?
"Oh it's just terrible. Everything is orange and green."
That's much different than photos of naked men wrapping around all four walls of your living room.
"No it isn't."
Okay.
"You're a very erratic driver but I won't say anything."
Thanks.
can you post some photos of this traumatic room? we need proof!
Posted by: seoc | November 19, 2008 at 03:22 PM
Oh, someone's got some ish-yous.
Posted by: David | November 20, 2008 at 12:06 PM
I compromise... there are always a few things I hide when my family comes over. There's still plenty of gay stuff to be seen, but I have no problem hiding the Top 3 things likely to make them uncomfortable.
Posted by: Hephaestion | November 20, 2008 at 04:39 PM
ish-yous. I like that.
Erratic driving? really?
Posted by: blackbird | November 22, 2008 at 03:59 AM