Now my gorgeous, and I do mean gorgeous, daughter came to visit tonight with her equally gorgeous girlfriend. Yeah, gay. The two of them. Just as well I suppose. It would be really awkward if only one of them were.
I mean, can you imagine?
That would be like kissing some guy you didn’t fancy. Or sleeping with some bloke just because he’s a bloke.
Whereas, they’re in love. And it’s obvious. And it’s lovely to see. The two of them head over heels. Ain’t love amazing?
Except when you’re hiding in a closet.
If you’re forced to hide in that closet.
All paired off. According to anal retention.
‘Cos there are big scary bastards out there.
Like tigers with elongated canines that want to plough through your flesh.
Or bears with razor claws that might rip you to pieces.
Or gigantic pterodactyls whose only aim in life is to spy prey and zone in for the kill.
Or people.
Yeah, people. Most dangerous predators known. Prey usually consisting of anything or anyone that is perceived to be, ‘unusual, distinct, misunderstood, you-name-it-we’ll-find-a-name-for-it’.
Yeah. So, love. It’s a bugger, isn’t it? Just never can tell where it’s going to hit.
That wee bastard, Eros, has a sin to answer for. If only he would point his wee darts at all the appropriate people.
Just think of it.
No more mismatched unions.
Woman gets to be with ‘Mr. Rich Pants with a fabulous sense of humour who also happens to give great oral and knows where all the tickly bits are and understands endlessly why the time of the month just makes you crazy.’
What?!
And man gets a woman with great bazongas and who just loves to swallow. And knows that man-flu is actually a completely whole other type of flu than the usual kind plaguing other mere mortals of the opposite sex.
yep. Sorry, guys. Yours is a comic book. ‘Cos, well it just is. Do you know a woman who really likes swallowing? I don’t know one. And I’ve asked.
Yep. The ideal world.
That would be where exactly? And how much is the ticket? And is it cheaper one way? ‘Cos why would we not want to live there?
And in that world there would be no war or pestilence.
We would all look great until we died at 640.
(No image possible!)
Grey hair would be something that only Afghan hounds sported.
Wrinkles would be something that tortoises proudly presented as an unusual manifestation of age.
People would be paid a fair wage for a fair day’s work.
There would be no hunger or poverty.
All religions would recognise the one God and accept that there were different ways of travelling.
There would be no need for politicians.
OK, scratch that one. I’m not sure what world that would be. ‘Cos bacteria seems to exist everywhere.
But you get my drift, surely?
Love is just beautiful when evidenced.
Now I could just have reblogged Rene’s post here. But I thought, nah! I have two gay children. One of each. I know these kids. They are mine. I get who they are. They are mine. And no one is keeping them from knowing love. Not on my watch.
Sometimes it takes many pictures to tell the story. I only need one. The first one I showed. How many does anyone need? Love is love.
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