gfrancie | education.

Tonight we went and had dinner at a friend's place. It was a lovely dinner and there was nice conversation and Senor Onion was a nice guest.
On the way there while I was driving we found ourselves right behind a couple of Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence. (Check out the local Seattle abbey) They were in their car, waving to people and people on the street were waving back. (I should also mention that we were on Capitol Hill which is known for being a very gay-friendly neighborhood) My in laws asked, "who/what are they?"
I had the task of explaining who they were. It wasn't quite like little Timmy or Mary asking at a cocktail party how babies are made but it required a careful bit of diplomatic description on my part.
It isn't that my in laws are scared of "the gays" but they are not as worldly as some people and I suspect they might have a minor stroke if I ever tossed out the phrase, "radical genderfuck artists" in casual conversation.
I said that they are a group that does a lot of good work/fundraisers toward AIDS awareness/education, community service needs related to such issues, human rights issues and helping people who live with HIV/AIDS. (I cited things like providing meals and money toward hospices)
My Father in law asked if they were in fancy-dress. I said, "They always dress like that for public events."
That provided not a gasp but more of a slightly confused, "...oh..."
I didn't have the heart to say, "That ain't no lady in that habit. She is packing more than a set of rosary beads if you know what I mean and they like to hand out condoms. Want one?"
Hee.
What a conversation that would be.
Anyways.
Lovely dinner.

Tomorrow I am roasting a chicken and maybe making some pasta. Because I gotta represent the home kitchen y'all.