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the business of being
Dec. 4th, 2014 10:48 pmYesterday as we were driving home from school Senor Onion asked me, "how often do men marry other men, and women marry other women?" I asked why he was curious and he was just was. I explained that while gay folk don't make up that much of the population, it is a fairly recent thing for gay people to be able to marry in a few places, so when it does become legal, many do it at once because they finally have the chance. It brought up the conversation about why it marriage equality is a new thing. I explained, "well in many places it was (and still is) considered wrong, immoral, weird, unnatural, and in many places it was (and still is) illegal to be gay and act on feelings of love."
This kid of mine he said, "that is really weird. What is wrong with liking someone?" I said, "That is a good question. Honestly I don't think there isn't. But there are some who feel different which is a shame, because love is an important part of being human.
Then he asked if we had any lebkuchen.
I am reminded of being a kid and asking why an uncle wasn't married and one of the answers given was that he was gay, so he couldn't get married. Obviously one doesn't need to get married to have a satisfying life or partnership with another person, but there was a veil of sadness that he couldn't have this one thing, and I asked my Mom if she thought that the laws might change one day and she said, "I hope. Maybe one day." And this bit of change did happen. It still kind of amazes me.
Now to sort out everything else.
We're having more conversations about what goes on in the world and how complicated it is and the real bother that sometimes people aren't very kind. I think the only thing I can do is point out how he can help, to be kind to everyone, (especially those who are discounted by others) recognize others who do good, and that one should stand up to the real bastards of the world.
I suspect that this weekend we will relax, do as we please, and go to my inlaws for Sunday lunch. After last weekend, some time in pajamas, and doing some serious slouching is a must, especially as everything else is growing more busy.
We are also waiting on some legal stuff from our lenders so we can finish with the whole closing on the house nonsense. I am convinced it is just some asshat who needs to come back from a tea break and sign some piece of paperwork and send it out. There is some kind of exquisite laziness that goes with the buying and selling of property in the UK that leaves me in awe. This whole sale is so straight forward and yet... and yet all the professional sorts involved certainly take their sweet time with every single fucking thing. Things that have no worries or issues but some bastard can't be bothered. (this is where I side-eye the so-called work ethic of the British middle class. GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER FOLKS.)
This kid of mine he said, "that is really weird. What is wrong with liking someone?" I said, "That is a good question. Honestly I don't think there isn't. But there are some who feel different which is a shame, because love is an important part of being human.
Then he asked if we had any lebkuchen.
I am reminded of being a kid and asking why an uncle wasn't married and one of the answers given was that he was gay, so he couldn't get married. Obviously one doesn't need to get married to have a satisfying life or partnership with another person, but there was a veil of sadness that he couldn't have this one thing, and I asked my Mom if she thought that the laws might change one day and she said, "I hope. Maybe one day." And this bit of change did happen. It still kind of amazes me.
Now to sort out everything else.
We're having more conversations about what goes on in the world and how complicated it is and the real bother that sometimes people aren't very kind. I think the only thing I can do is point out how he can help, to be kind to everyone, (especially those who are discounted by others) recognize others who do good, and that one should stand up to the real bastards of the world.
I suspect that this weekend we will relax, do as we please, and go to my inlaws for Sunday lunch. After last weekend, some time in pajamas, and doing some serious slouching is a must, especially as everything else is growing more busy.
We are also waiting on some legal stuff from our lenders so we can finish with the whole closing on the house nonsense. I am convinced it is just some asshat who needs to come back from a tea break and sign some piece of paperwork and send it out. There is some kind of exquisite laziness that goes with the buying and selling of property in the UK that leaves me in awe. This whole sale is so straight forward and yet... and yet all the professional sorts involved certainly take their sweet time with every single fucking thing. Things that have no worries or issues but some bastard can't be bothered. (this is where I side-eye the so-called work ethic of the British middle class. GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER FOLKS.)
