Gay dads

As good as straight dads.  Love is indivisible and all powerful.

Majorca Flats -- 222

Dearest Gups,

I would never reject you. Mum and dad behaved abominably towards Brent (and me) and most of my friends weren't much different. I came to your flat, didn't I? You were the only person I felt I could trust (except for gran) Mark just couldn't get over the whole gay thing. He felt so uncomfortable with Brent. He wasn't actively hostile but he wasn't accepting either. And after Brent killed himself, Mark just wasn't there for me. So only you and gran are left.

The worst is that Brent would still be alive today if I'd helped him. I had the money. I was just too tight-arsed. Too stupid.

He was the great love of my life you know. There'll never be anyone like him again. Never. He was my soulmate. It didn't matter that he was from a different class, that he had the “wrong” accent, that he hadn't been to the right schools. But I let my own stupidity rule me at a critical time. It's only right that I pay for it.

I've met some really great ppl here, Gups. Two “blokes” as they all say here. One's called Luigi. The other's called Keith. And a girl called Esmé. I never thought I would make such close friends so quickly. But Ozzies are very friendly. There! You know I'm in Australia. And obviously, that's why (or one of the reasons why) gran is coming to visit. But whatever you do, don't tell mum and dad. Or Mark. I just don't want to see them now. Maybe one day. But not for a long time.

Jace

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Majorca Flats -- 211

Darling Jason,

Well, your mama heard about my trip to Australia and turned up in such a tizz convinced that I was going to see you so I said that as well as Mrs Cumberledge I was going out to see Lucy Anstruthers in Malaya you know the wife of Colonel Anstruthers who was seconded to help the Malayan air force after independence or is it called something else now look at Rhodesia which has a new name and they stayed on after independence. And I told her I was also going to see my dear friend Eleanor Cumberledge since it was such a long way and she said suspiciously that I'd never mentioned her before and I was annoyed why does she have to vet my friends I ask you. So I asked her if her memory was going and was she very stressed in a polite way I assure you so she said of course she was stressed and there was no ingratitude sharper than a serpent's tooth which is a misquote from the Bible you know the verse I mean but she meant you and how you'd mistreated her. I saw red and decided to be sharp with her and gave her my mind about you and Brent and how selfish she had been and I think I've burnt my bridges which is a pity because she is family but really to try and say it was all your fault and why didn't you just find a nice girlfriend? She said more but I shan't repeat it because she is your mother after all but really she can be more offensive than anyone I know and that includes Betty Whistlethorp who made a fine art of being rude and offensive but that was at school so I don't think you met her tiresome creature.

So I will be spending a few days with Lucy whom I haven't seen for 20 years since she came over to England with Hugh the colonel I mean only he's dead now poor man from heart attack men are such fragile creatures we women have to endure childbirth and children and men so we are strong so Lucy is quite alone but she has faithful servants who have been with for 30 years or more. I had to change my flight but British Airways was very kind about it though what was wrong with B.O.A.C. I don't know but I suppose I should have got used to the new name now but when I went overseas with your grandfather we always flew B.O.A.C. I think except once we went with TWA which was dreadful and another time when we flew Air France with the Concorde. So I won't get there on Friday after all but on next Wednesday and I know I said Thursday before but I forgot the time difference anyway Parker checked the details and I gave her your email I hope you don't mind just in case and she will probably want Mrs Cumberledge's and Lucy's phone numbers so if you can send me Mrs Cumberledge's that would be useful.

La Grande Odalisque, by Ingres

And my passport arrived. How they will believe that's me I don't know I'm sure I really do look like a Chinese Madam with hordes of odalisques at my beck and call and lots of hidden power and mystique which is quite untrue. Janet Fitstone was quite put out that I had the temerity to go travelling all the way across the world by myself as if I was a dotard which is a bit much really since it is she who has got all dithery but I think she wanted to come with me which is quite out of the question imagine having her all quavery and irritable and she always hated to go exploring and do different things and I do intend to enjoy myself. By the way I want to go and see Sydney Harbour Bridge because I saw pictures of it as a girl and I've always wanted to as long as it's not too far from Melbourne.

gran

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Fathers

I find fathers sexy.  All that tiresome aggression and exaggerated maleness of the male teenager is transformed by their love for their children into something that is tender and precious; and all the more so because of their maleness, their strength. 

This story was written for a dear friend and the guy he married, and both of them loved it.   It wasn't their story, but as one does when one writes, I took elements of their story and bits and pieces from other stories and combined them to create this one.  Joe's looks were based on a rather femme guy of Italian origin at the print shop we used, who was cute as.  Luke's were based on a very sexy guy who used to be a conductor on the train.  But their characters are their own. 


I hope you enjoy it.


[Image from Speedo Junkie]

Majorca Flats -- 119

Dear Gran,

As you see, your email arrived. I am so impressed! Underlining too! Next thing you'll be getting a pilot's licence. Oops! I shouldn't have said that, should I? I'll read about you in the paper, flying out to Oz in your single-engined Piper cub. Don't do it, gran! You might get arrested in Afghanistan or Iran. You know what's it's like there. Mind you, they might not quite realise what's hit them when you've finished with them!  And then I'll have to come and rescue you! 

As they say here, so placidly it's very funny: “it's a worry.” :-) That means a smile, by the way, gran, this ;-) means a wink, and this :_) is a lopsided grin. Now you know all about email 'smileys'!

Yes, you can give Amanda my email address, but please ask her to keep it from the others. I know I should give Mark my address too, but he was never really comfortable with me and Brent. I really do not want an email from mum or dad. It'll just be how ungrateful I am and how selfish and why can't I come home and go back to my studies and marry some nice girl. I just can't do it, gran. I feel so down and sad. I miss Brent so much. I miss you and Amanda too, but, just now, gran, I can't.

Yesterday I went to lunch with a famous author! You'll never guess who he is. Amantha Masterton! And yes she is a he, a very manly he too. Have you read any of her (his) books? He says he's a best seller, and certainly he obviously has money, judging by his house. He invited me to lunch because he lost his husband years ago and he felt sorry for me. Normally, when people feel sorry for me I get annoyed or embarrassed, but he was so unobtrusive and careful and discreet about it.

Give my love to Mr Minim. My landlady has a wonderful little fox terrier called Bolt ('cos that's what he does if you open the door!) and he seems to have decided I'm his best friend. I think I'll tell him about Mr Minim. Though explaining all the character traits and intricacies of that dog will be hard.

I love you, Gran. Write soon.

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Majorca Flats -- 116

My darling Jason,

You know how I am with computers. Anyway I battled and battled (see? I've even worked out how to use underlining!) and I lost two whole emails before I worked out what I was doing wrong. I'm hoping this one actually reaches you. It seems so strange sending off a missive like this which will get to you instantly whereas in the old days it took weeks and weeks to get to Australia.

You are a very naughty boy going off like that and giving me such a scare. At first they wouldn't tell me what happened but your dad phoned in a flap and asked me where you were! As if I'd know! Though I suppose it's a vote of confidence. So I had to worm it out of your sister. I thought I was being very cunning. I invited her to Hampstead on the pretext of taking her to the opera (there's a lovely La Bohème on with that new tenor whose name sounds so Italian, Dolce or something), anyway, when she arrived she started quizzing me about what happened, so I played the ingénue, but she wasn't fooled for a minute (I don't know where she or you, for that matter, get your brains from – it certainly isn't from either of your parents!) and in the end I wormed it out of her. She's was terribly upset by what happened. I haven't mentioned that I got a letter from you, but I know she misses you desperately. I won't tell her unless you say so, but she knows how to keep a secret.

Why do you blame yourself for Brent's death, dear? He was such a lovely young man, I was so fond of him. Your mother never understood that all the outside stuff doesn't matter, it's what's in your heart and soul that's important. My dearest Jasie, if you don't want to talk about it, don't. Just remember I'm here if you need me. In fact, I'd love to come out and visit you. Even at my age.

Mr Minim looked around when I told him your name. I know there are some foolish old women who believe their dog is human, but really, he shows so much more alertness than many people, and far more than that new prime minister, well, good grief, the man has as much personality as a Tesco's teapot. All slick and breakable and cheap. It is said that he went to Eton. I hae me doots, as my old Scottish nanny would say, God bless her.

Write soon. I miss you. The book by the way was Mary Stewart's Touch not the Cat. (More underlining! I am so with it! I feel so madly technic. Or maybe I mean technological.) It's such a nice romance and an exciting thriller too. The book I mean not my technical thingy.

Much love,

Gran

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Majorca Flats -- 53

Luigi hadn't spoken to his parents again since then. And, as far as he could tell, nor had his grandmother. He stayed with her for nearly eighteen months. A year after he'd finished school and got a job, he moved out. He was nineteen. His thoughts were filled with men. With sex with men. And he simply couldn't bring his tricks home, to the house where his grandmother lived.

He made a point of visiting her at least once a week, and of taking her out to dinner in an Italian resto as often as he could afford it, not just because he loved her, but because now they were the only family each other had.

He was walking back from his grandmother’s house, in a good mood because Cody had just texted him saying, “Luvya, Lu,” when he saw a back he recognised.

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