Facing the Beast!
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device'
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
'Relax,'said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
but you can never leave!
Went to go visit the grandmother (my mother's mother) this weekend...which is always a treat. If she wasn't Catholic...I'd swear she was Jewish. "Why did you bother driving 3 hours to visit if you plan on leaving the next day? Don't you want to visit me longer?" "It looks like you've gained weight....why aren't you eating your ice cream?" "I haven't eaten dinner in 45 days, because I was afraid to have my mouth full if you decided to call." "When are you going to marry a nice girl and settle down?"
My own mother gave up on the woman a long time ago. They are oil and water and I unfortunately am the one who is stuck between them. My grandmother is the exact opposite of my mother. She does not approve of careers in the arts (including my own), feels that homosexuality is a sin against nature, that one should work at the same company for all of their lives and be glad to get the gold watch. Generally....she's old school...very old school.
The last time my mother and grandmother had an interaction of longer than the obligatory phone call was over a Thanksgiving dinner when I was 20. At this point, all of my relatives knew I was gay...except my grandmother. My mother had asked that I not tell her, as she was afraid that it would be held against her. I reluctantly agreed.
During the Thanksgiving dinner, my grandmother began attacking my mother for her multiple divorces, her job choice, the failing economy, the weather... when my mother panicked and delivered the bomb on the woman. "Patrick is a homosexual". Now she could have said gay...but my mother went for the multi-syllable word on purpose. The table went very silent, as my uncle very quickly poured me a glass of wine (god bless the man). My grandmother looked at me and asked "are you trying to kill me?" (Catholic = guilt)
11 years later, she still tries to convert me back to heterosexuality by pointing out women and asking if I find them attractive. I remark that I find their shoes to be very nice, but that their eye makeup reminds me too much of an ex boyfriend. It usually works, until she cries. Then I look like an absolute jerk.
So on the way home from a guilty visit, I stopped at the ultimate gay cruising spot, IKEA for a look around. 4 hours later, and $200 dollars poorer, I walked out with several flower pots, a new television entertainment center, a wine rack, and a new 5'x7' carpet. YES, I DID TAKE PICTURES AT THE IKEA AS I PROMISED BRENT, SO EXPECT THEM TO BE POSTED AS SOON AS THEY ARE DEVELOPED.
Got home and read all the comments from my last posting, and put my new entertainment center together. Started debating about the glassware once again in my head and decided to have a martini. Needed a glass to put the martini in and noticed that new glassware. Survey says...I HAVE A NEW GLASS AND JEFF CAN KISS MY ASS. I do thank you all for your opinions and thoughts.
