peripathetic

'Gay, gay, gay - the papers are full of it these days'. ;o)
On wandering downstairs to the kitchen this morning, I reached for the pile of newsprint on the table, thinking hmm, coffee and papers, heaven. Dad had taken the main section of the paper into the living room so the Review was top of the pile. Two teenage boys lying on a bed together, looking happy, quizzical... well, just normal, really. And the headline: Have you told your mum yet? Well, I haven't told my mum because she's dead, but this lengthy article by a lady whose son came out to her last year is so touching and sane that it'd almost make you tempted to write to the woman and come out to her, even if you weren't gay.

Of course, dad probably hasn't read it. I'm not going to say anything to him about it. He's already, I'm sure, got gay overload from the content of the rest of today's paper. First, the news that the Archbishop of Canterbury has been warned that riot and death are the offspring of gay ordination (riot and death which wouldn't happen, presumably, if a single communion already in schism just split into two happier, more united churches), and then an article by David Aaronovitch urging them to just leave it all on the back burner, on top of a surprisingly conservative editorial warning against a split. (Better for liberals to be patient? Nah. What bollocks. Two happy churches would be better. It's not going to solve itself in a single communion. No way.) And the icing on the cake is the news that pastor / reverend / shitface Fred Phelps plans a monument furthering homophobia for Matthew Shephard's tome town.