Monday, 15 November 2010
PICKING UP THE PIECES
I do not wish to be in the least youthist but the spectre of it has recently entered my life like a thorn in a lion’s paw- my partner and I have tried extending paws of help and friendship to the youngest out gay in our family [there are enough of us to make a statistician have nightmares- babies are quite literally hit with the gaystick or not by my man’s mother who has never been wrong- two more are cooking as I write.] The latest recruit to the fold is now sixteen and sexually active, though he was out as a fifteen year old and presumably at it then [whoops illegally- not so had he been a lesbian engaging in consensual sex with another fifteen year old lesbian FUCK YOU QUEEN VICTORIA and indeed Victorian family values.] I shall call him Blewitt. It makes sense- he has blown his chance of a fruitful and supportive relationship with his gay uncles.
Blewitt is not the brightest bunny in the warren though as with a lot of youngsters he is as sharp as a button when it comes to getting what he wants. What staggers me is that he is completely unaware of his advantages which are many- he lives within a totally gay friendly family that tolerates his every whim. He is beautiful and does not need to wear make-up but he does. His body language is feminine and he dreams of being a dancer. He has a boyfriend and his Facebook relationship status is set at engaged. His behaviour can be extremely trying but he is surrounded by a loving family who support him. That is a great boon because the town where he lives is riddled with bigotry.
It was never that easy in our day. NO- we are not jealous, we are unhappy that Blewitt has NO IDEA what had to change in society for him to be able to enjoy the life that he does today. He shows no interest in gay culture and has never ventured onto the scene. He is trapped in his own self-centric bubble where there is no need to struggle to find a method of self-expression. He is locked into a relationship that provides him with adulation, sex and material things. Experienced queers that we are we know it is doom laden. But the lad does not want to learn from us, his conversational skills are virtually nil, so what are we to do. I know exactly what we are supposed to do- sit and do fuck all until the inevitable crisis hits and then we will be supposed to pick up the pieces.
Picking up the pieces- the lot of the elders in any family.
This episode cuts deep. Blewitt’s dad died recently and we promised to look out for him. It’s proving to be hard. The lad is happy in his cocoon of ignorance and blithely unaware of life’s dangers. It got me wondering how many other gay teenagers are in the same position- there could be hundreds of thousands, all of them belligerent, unwilling to be told, they all know best until it comes to the first big test that fells them. Who will they turn to? Who will be there to pick up the pieces for them? CM
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HAVING A LAUGH
'Put your hands up any heteros in the house. Ah bless. Now put your fists up any gays in the house! Wow! That's more like it- marvellous. I've got this day job, a nice little earner- sales rep for KY Jelly. Look- I know it's a stretch madam but this is supposed to be a laugh. Don't tell me your self-lubricating you're in the OAP seats.' CM
'The fossil stand-up with a walking frame, John Rivers- who thinks jewellery should yell CHEAP louder than fucking canaries on acid said of Yoko Ono- if she found her floating in her pool then she'd punish her dog. I knew that heartless bitch could be cruel to dogs.' CM
THE RUMOUR-MONGERS TONGUE LASHING NEWS DESK
MORTAL INSTRUMENTS Such are the demands of Hollywood that Lily Collins has to continue to pretend that her former relationship with JCB is in fact alive. A little bird tells me it as a dead as a DODO which was a very big bird indeed. Ha. Just like the writer of Mortal Instruments. Believe me the best thing about this movie franchise will be LILY COLLINS who has just delivered the performance of her life in the soon to be released LOVE ROSIE. An Oscar nomination beckons I reckon. And yes, I am in a position to know. THE NEXT LAME DEVELOPMENT IN SELF-PUBLISHING Saddo outfits such as the much fanned ONEIROS BOOKS actually self-publish authors who are too cowardly, lazy, lousy or inept to self-publish themselves. HILARIOUS. Of course you have to get through the onerous filtering processes. Licking arse helps. Judging by this house's nauseatingly variable standard of output the filters in place are utterly worthless. The poetry editor has no understanding of POETRY per se and is a piss-poor poet by any standard. They openly applaud themselves for being revolutionary. Pathetic. They are but a further evolution of the self-affirmation model and the modernly sociopathic ego. Steer clear. Do not indulge their risible waste of tree.
QUEER MESSIAH BANNED PLAYER
This is where the first tracks for the new band will shortly appear but meanwhile I will be showcasing songs from prior collaborations- this first one CALIFORNIAN QUEEN is from the album CERULEAN BLUE that I wrote with the genius Dominic Shaw. I do the spoken word and he does the lead vocals and instruments. He is not a gay man and is now heavily into ambient music. The album was loved by Phil Collins, Hit and Run Music and EMI- but eight years ago no-one had any idea how to market it.