It’s been a few years since I was “gay for pay” (not in the porn or Hollywood sense, but professionally nonetheless), so I was surprised when I had a very gay day on Monday. First, our wonderful gay painter showed up at our place to make pretty walls.
She is known and was recommended by all of our lesbian and friends-of-lesbians friends. We threw some crazy colors at her, but she’s rolling with it (ouch, the sting of an unintended pun!). With three of us here (my mom is visiting), we provide at least three times the opinions and mind changes about the colors and combinations, and yet she shows up every day with a smile.
While I have my mom with me, I like to shop (or at least look at things one could potentially buy). On Monday we went to Pier 1 because I got a huge coupon with our postal service address change notification (I have considered changing my address several times over just to get their fabulous coupons). As we did our register dance (the one that involves the “Oh wait, weren’t we going to get one more of these?” back-step and “”Will this really match the bowls?” spin-around), I noticed the cutest young gay men embracing as they waited so very patiently in line behind us. My initial reaction was shock and embarrassment: what if my mom sees them? Then I remembered that my mom is here visiting me and her lesbian daughter-in-law. Then I wondered if I present as gay at all anymore (especially if K isn’t with me holding my hand). Then I turned my focus back to the register and coupon and delighted in my savings.
Monday evening I had the pleasure of attending my first ever board meeting. I get to be a board member for Gertrude Press, which publishes Gertrude, an annual literary journal that showcases the art and writing of lesbian, gay, bisexual, trans, queer-identified, and allied individuals. I haven’t been involved with the literary world for about 6 years, and now I get to combine my interests in supporting gay community and good art! I found upon my arrival at said meeting that my old friend and ex-co-worker, Jimmy, was also joining the board. I love the way the universe brings people back around into our lives.
So that was my very gay day. I am currently waiting for K to bring E2 over for an early (day 9) insemination. That’s right, she picked him up at his house (no biker balls!). My mom? Well, we kicked her out (to a lovely cafe a few blocks away). We thought E2 might have an easier time doing his deed without “mom”ness in the air. I’m hoping it’s that same “mom”ness that will help my egg and uterus think, “Conceive!”
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