I thought I might write about marriage equality today. Marriage, fidelity and misogyny. I may write about that tomorrow. Instead, I’m going to post some boy pics, something from the garden and tell you all about meeting my long lost lesbian sister.
Yes. My little sister has turned up. Of course I knew about her. I had been told about her. Perhaps Natalie or Jessica or Rebecca told me… I can’t remember. All the stories I heard about my father have melded into one. From one sisters mouth. All the stories about him spewed out of one mouth. So, I knew about Roya and finally she revealed herself.
She has lived with her girl friend for the past three years. She doesn’t drink much. She can speak Farsi. She came out when she was 11. She has a sweet voice. Her mother was a singer in one of the clubs my father owned. She is perhaps the most forthcoming and inquisitive of all my siblings. She doesn’t like being called a dyke. She’s a lesbian. She insisted that my brother James tidy our father’s grave and replace the headstone. She told me that I had a small inheritance. She told me that my father had mentioned me to her mother. That was the sweetest gift of all. That he spoke about me to someone he cared about. That he remembered.
So all the other stuff, the gay marriage stuff that haunted yesterdays news… well, I had my own gay news and she was it.
Of course there was the usual vitriol about anyone who doesn’t agree with SCOTUS from the gays… and I took time to placate my rabid gay brethren and remind them that the way we treat the vanquished will determine our victory.
The day of the decision I took myself down to Weho with the dogs to watch the crowd. Everyone looked very happy, quietly jubilant. Sort of fatigued. You know, after a fight is over.
Now what? The war is won. American gays will have to work out what it all means… this equality. They have redefined marriage, will they redefine morals? Will they mock the single man like straight people do?
For those of us who are single we enjoy the peace of mind that being single affords us.
I urge you not confuse single for lonely… or lonely for single.