somewhere halfway over the rainbow
My relationship with my dad is rough, in the way in which we get along spectacularly well. We just sort of go all emotionally unavailable at one another, and once the possibility that we might be Talking About Feelings is off the table, we're good to go.
We've never really talked about my being queer. When I was twenty or so, I kind of tried to poke him about it in that 'I'm so cool and you're so old' way, because that's what happens when you're twenty and you think you know shit about the way the world or the humans in it work. But that was about the end of it. I know he's liberal and cool about it, so that's not a problem, but he's never told me that he's proud or supportive or anything like that, no more than he's probably ever told my straight sister the same about her sexuality. Just, you know, whatever.
Except that he gets so intense about the law on my behalf. He's an attorney, so this is his Thing, and he can get going about anything -- but he really gets going about LGBT issues. You should have seen what he wrote to me about the anti-DOMA decision. The other night at dinner, he was raking Greg Abbott across the coals for overturning the other Texas judges re: not allowing a gay couple to divorce. Yesterday he was sending me excerpts of Kennedy's opinion. Today he's writing me emails about how shameful the four dissents are. He's so mad at Roberts and Thomas he could spit nails. He thinks the final paragraph of the decision should be carved on some great monument.
Love is weird. It comes in many forms. One of those forms is yelling at the Supreme Court when they don't treat your gay daughter the way you think they should. Thanks, Dad.
We've never really talked about my being queer. When I was twenty or so, I kind of tried to poke him about it in that 'I'm so cool and you're so old' way, because that's what happens when you're twenty and you think you know shit about the way the world or the humans in it work. But that was about the end of it. I know he's liberal and cool about it, so that's not a problem, but he's never told me that he's proud or supportive or anything like that, no more than he's probably ever told my straight sister the same about her sexuality. Just, you know, whatever.
Except that he gets so intense about the law on my behalf. He's an attorney, so this is his Thing, and he can get going about anything -- but he really gets going about LGBT issues. You should have seen what he wrote to me about the anti-DOMA decision. The other night at dinner, he was raking Greg Abbott across the coals for overturning the other Texas judges re: not allowing a gay couple to divorce. Yesterday he was sending me excerpts of Kennedy's opinion. Today he's writing me emails about how shameful the four dissents are. He's so mad at Roberts and Thomas he could spit nails. He thinks the final paragraph of the decision should be carved on some great monument.
Love is weird. It comes in many forms. One of those forms is yelling at the Supreme Court when they don't treat your gay daughter the way you think they should. Thanks, Dad.