The Mouse that Roared

It seems like I was busier yesterday than I was today. Yesterday I suppose I was. I did go into the city and even though that was about all that I did, it was a lot more than I did today. Today I went out in the morning, bagels, papers and groceries and that was it.

Too damn cold. It’s been in the 18 degree range all day and quite windy too. That was enough for me. No need to go outside so going outside was something I didn’t do. Bill came home this afternoon after driving to Atlantic City again.

He left last night and I walked him to Church Square Park seeing him off. I then went to the supermarket for some items before coming back home and getting sucked back into watching the Lord of the Rings broadcast. Friday night was The Fellowship of the Rings, last night was the Two Towers and tonight is the Return of the King.

I watched the first part with commercial interruptions on Friday even though I have the deluxe editions for all three on DVD. Last night I switched back and forth between the Two Towers and That’s Entertainment on PBS.

It made for an interesting mix, going from Orcs to Liza Minnelli to Sauron to Van Johnson, from Esther Williams and Peter Lawford to the Battle for Helms Deep. That’s how my evening was.

Well I was just momentarily distracted. For the past half hour or so I’ve been removing and changing the name of a certain character from my past who’s parents have just found out their daughter was a lesbian.

I suppose coming out is good at anytime, but it generally best for all concerned to do it at an earlier age, rather than being outed in your late 30’s. Myself, I was outed when I was 21.

I knew right off the bat when I was 14 that I was gay, but of course in the 1970’s there was no one I could talk to about it, no support systems. Well that’s not entirely true. There was a support system, but it was geared towards adults, not teens since back then it was the equivalent of pedophilia, adult gay men giving advice to gay teens.

I was looking to move out of my parents house and with my being outed it seemed like the perfect excuse to go. I wasn’t asked to go, but I realized that I couldn’t live my life the way I wanted to if I lived under my parents roof, with their rules.

Plus installing a sling would have raised my father’s eyebrows through the roof.

I’m sure it wasn’t easy for my parents and my siblings probably had to do a rethink about what they thought about me, but other than that I was fine. I never felt any shame in being gay.

What’s the point in that? Are you going to live your life for your parents or for yourself? Are you going to live a lie, lie to your family?

I knew I was gay much like people know that they’re straight or bisexual. In fact being bisexual is probably more of a confusing thing.

Who's that lady?

Who's that lady?

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