bluedog | May. 15th, 2006

May. 15th, 2006

Yesterday we went out to my sister's house and had lunch with my family. My aunt and uncle whom I rarely see (even though they live about 20 minutes away) were also invited. My mother had asked me the day before if it was ok with me if she invited them and I said sure, so long as I didn't have to talk to them. She said she wouldn't invite them then but I said it was Mother's Day and she should invite whoever she wanted and I'd be nice.

I tried anyway.

These two are like some sort of caricatures of the neo-con couple. My uncle was showing my dad this book he had on how to build a very energy efficient home. He has bought a bunch of land in Idaho (up by the border, within spitting distance of Ruby Ridge) and they are moving up there. At least one of my cousins has already moved up there and is a deputy sheriff. I'm sure they will all fit in just fine.

So we are sitting at the table and had finished eating and were just bullshitting and my aunt kept making anti-gay comments. I mean, a steady stream of them. Finally after going off on how she didn't want to 'share the road with them' and she thought they should 'all be swimming, let that city (San Francisco) collapse into the ocean' and how they are unnatural and her husband would nod along and grin and chime in (for desert my sister had bought some sort of French cake from Trader Joes. When she said it was French my uncle almost refused to eat it!) and my mother had said something to the effect that she couldn't live in Idaho in a town of 1,500 people because there was nothing there. She wanted to be able to go to San Francisco and do stuff. This was when my aunt said all the crap about San Fran (My uncle chimed in with it being Soddom and Gomorrah) and my mother said she like San Fran and my aunt said something to the effect that my mother should watch what she was saying or something, it was kind of wierd (she seemed to think that my sister's infant baby would be contaminated by this kind of talk, though I'm not really sure)

So at this point I said (I'm not sure of the exact verbiage) "I don't have any problems with homosexuals. I like them. They are fine people and I don't care who knows." Then I said something about how my aunt hated them and she said 'No no, I don't hate them" and I pointed out that she didn't want them near her, she thought they were unnatural and she wanted the city of San Francisco to be destroyed and that sure sounded like hatred to me. I might have cussed in there at some point. At this point I was pretty angry and my emotions where slopping over the side of the bucket so I walked out and grabbed a beer and sat by the pool till they left. Chances are I'll never see them again and that's fine by me. I'm sure they will enjoy telling all their friends in Idaho about how they just managed to escape from the perverts in California.

The thing that really really bugs me about these two is that my uncle has a son from a previous marriage who is a great guy. I think I wrote about him on LJ once before. He's a very talented illustrator (he did that in the Army), taught classic guitar and was just a very nice guy. He also is gay. When he came out and told his dad (now my uncle) he disowned him and will have nothing to do with him. I've completly lost contact with the guy which bugs me. All I know is he is alive but is on lots of medication because he has AIDS.

Later on, after the two were gone, we hung out by the pool. Doro and my sister and mom went in the pool a bit and then my brother-in-law came out and checked the filters and found 3 dead gophers in them. One of them was hugely fat and hairless from floating in the pool so long. Suddenly, the pool was emptied. Nobody went back in, hehe.