Martini - Forthcoming attractions

Martini - Forthcoming attractions

Martini

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Forthcoming attractions	[Jun. 17th, 2009\|11:46 pm]
This weekend may turn out to be epic, slow-release shit. It's my mum's 60th birthday so they're having a party down in Kirkcudbright, the wee place I grew up that they are currently in the process of moving back to. It's quite nice, look - In fact here's a house in the street where I lived til I was five. It might even be the same house - http://www.dgspc.co.uk/schedule/20845.pdf Anyway. it's going to be a bit odd in that I'll be stuck in a small village for a few days with my parents, Geordie friends of my dad whose abiding memory of me will be my habit of pissing the bed when I was 7, Kirkcudbright people who have not seen me since I was 5 and will be undoubtedly disappointed and my Irish aunt and cousin who, though I get on with fairly well, seem to think of me as devastatingly posh. I'm not always great with multiple audiences especially when everyone will be on different spectrums of drunk. One person I am fairly interested to meet is one of our old neighbours. I didn't really pick up on it at the time what with being five, but in retrospect I think it's clear he was a massive homme. I remember him as being very fey. He must be about 50 or 60 now and still lives with his mother. Maybe I am stereotyping. I find it quite curious that he was/is a friend of my parents who have never been what you could call comfortable with gay people. I think between my brother and myself we forced them to at least directly consider some issues but still. My dad is an uptight mummy's boy who was in the army for 22 years and therefore not someone at ease with sexuality in any form. Marrying my Irish Catholic (and insane) mother probably didn't help. They say I was an 'accident'. By that I think they mean they somehow fell down the stairs together in 1983 and I was the result. Anyway. I asked about this old neighbour a while back..asked them if they thought he was gay. They said maybe he was and that it was his own business which seemed almost a nice response in a way even though in younger people I'd tut. I know some people bawl and rage about the glacial slowness of those without liberal arts degrees to get on board with the PC agenda, but even 'normal' people are trapped between expectation and circumstance. I wouldn't be at all surprised if my parents, odd and cloistered as they are, never thought of this neighbour as being gay when they lived there and were his friend but I think they are a smidge more knowing these days. I find it reassuring that little convulsions occur over time that lead to changes inside and out. Convulsions that reveal without breaking a million little secret histories.
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