Dire Straights

Dire straights – unfortunately we all know them. It would be totally wrong for me to assume any prejudice against someone just because of their sexuality (if only others would realise the implications of this), but there are people who I cannot abide.

Hate is a very strong word, particularly in the context of a human being, but I reckon I come pretty near hatred of the dire straights. But don’t worry – the feeling is certainly mutual.

Dire straights can be my acquaintances, or they can be strangers. They scorn me for something they don’t understand. They are determined to make their lives more awkward, but see it as my fault. If they can make my life more complicated too, then even better.

I came across one of this sub species a few nights ago. It was a fireworks display and a group of gay friends were there for the spectacle (that turned out to be rather less than a spectacle). As the pathetically choreographed fireworks burned our money over head and some strains of ‘My Heart Will Go On’ drifted from the seemingly broken speakers, two of the group, who are after all girlfriends started to kiss. Forgive me for glossing over the romantic bit, you can imagine that for yourself.

In the way that lesbians are hairy and gay man are all hilarious, one of them called ‘Hot Lesbian Action’, which was met by guffawing laughter on our part, and nervous pattering around us.

One women, obviously so spell bound by her child’s first Halloween decided to kick up a fuss, proclaiming ‘Watch what you say! There are children here.”

Oh yes, Sorry, I forgot for a moment that my sexuality is disgusting and that your children live in a bubble where parents can get drunk, swear or worse in front of their own children, but homosexuality is forbidden. I do doubt that the child in the pram will ever remember the incident, or the two amorous women. It will also never remember that fireworks display, as it was promptly wheeled off.

If it had been a man and a woman, I doubt the woman would have wheeled her offspring away. I hope she drove a fair distance to see, or not see, the fireworks. I hope she met heavy traffic on the way home. I hope, someday, she’ll realise how her double standards are in fact affecting her life, and, sadly, the lives of her children.