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[zestfive]

I've been thinking more about some of my conversation with my Dad on Friday. How we are a like...and not a like. He was telling me about how when my Uncle E was up visiting. (Side note: Uncle E is my Dad's childhood friend, they met while they were YMCA camp counselors when they were in college). Apparently they were sitting outside, possibly in the grass eating their lunch. Uncle E was a little suprised that my Dad was out there with him like that in public. Uncle E is gay and apparently had formally was with a man who based on my guess was pretty homophobic. Now, I'm hoping it's a generational thing and us queer folk are less fearful of being in public with someone of the same gender, but who knows. Uncle E is also black, maybe that might have something to do with it. That he was especially afraid of some homophobic racist person to ID them and give them trouble. My Dad didn't care about who saw or what they thought. His point in telling me this was just that, acknowledging he is a man who is in touch with his femminine side and not afraid of what people think.

So I thought this was cool, I also think that Uncle E and my Dad are similar in that they don't realize that people love them as much as they do. Uncle E has touched all of me and my siblings including my son.

I (for the most part) also don't care what people think. I don't worry about buying the latest fashions but I do want to match, I don't need expensive jewelry (my ex used to give me jewelry as a gift, I actually like the more practical stuff...or else give me gift certs for books and music !) I march to the beat of a different drummer so I mostly (yeah, sometimes my little ego gets in the way) don't care what people think.

This above post was brought to you in honor of my Dad's procedure he'll have today. Bone marrow biopsy, which I understand hurts like h#ll !

Comments

*hugs*

[lesbionick.livejournal.com]

Thinking of papa. And I love Uncle E!

Re: *hugs*

[zestfive.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Uncle E rocks! Dad seems to have come out of it okay. T actually drove him. Which I thank her very much for. With P's mother and all the work time she's missed for both my Dad and her mother, I can't begin to understand the challenge of trying to make those appointments.

Yippee ! today is my Friday !