on watching television with mom

Nice day today,

a little on the muggy side,

went shopping,

walked down Ste-Catherine,

many people about,

the last day,

of a long weekend.

Usually,

if I go downtown,

on a Monday,

it’s quiet,

workers at lunchtime,

and, tourists,

always,

but, still,

quiet,

I don’t like crowds,

but,

today,

I didn’t mind,

it was nice,

a general,

genuine,

good mood.

Came home,

mom was trying to,

decide what to have,

for dinner,

she wasn’t sure,

I’d be home,

she was looking tired,

her hip,

was bothering her,

damp and muggy,

does that.

I usually make dinner,

on Mondays,

I’m off.

Mom always cooks,

or prepares vegetables,

when cooking,

for both of us,

worries about my health:-) Nothing wrong with my health!!

but,

if she cooks,

for herself,

she makes,

Kraft dinner,

or some such,

crap.

So, she’s sitting,

at the kitchen table,

watching me cook,

and doing her crossword puzzle,

she rocks crossword puzzles, in both French and English, pretty impressive:-)

and says,

“the Habs aren’t playing tonight, you know”

Of course,

I know,

so I ask her what’s on,

she says,

“American Experience is showing something called, Stonewall, do you know what that’s about?”

I take a deep breath,

and I say,

“yeah, I do, do you?”

“It seems important in gay history”

she says,

“well mom, it’s so important,

there is before Stonewall,

and after,

Stonewall.”

Mom looks at me and says,

“Oh, I guess I should watch it then”,

I smiled,

she makes me nuts, and, she makes me smile, I’m pretty sure, it’s reciprocal- family.

And so,

we watched it together.

It was an excellent documentary,

I learned a few things,

I suspect mom,

did as well,

when it was over,

she kissed me goodnight,

and said,

“I didn’t know the police did such things, they were just drinking and dancing, what’s wrong with that? Goodnight sweetie”

She went to bed,

and,

I started thinking.

My mom knows,

quite a bit about,

gay history,

she’s read,

And The Band Played On,

and the bigottry disturbed her,

she read,

The Mayor Of Castro Street,

and watched,

Milk,

the hatred and senseless waste,

disturbed her,

she watched,

The Celluloid Closet,

and giggled,

when Susan Sarandon said,

“You wouldn’t need to be drunk, to want to bed Caherine Deneuve.”

And yet,

she didn’t know what,

Stonewall was,

now she does,

and millions of Americans,

and Canadians,

we watch PBS as well:-)

do.

I’m glad,

it’s important,

it’s the night,

the queers,

the dykes,

the faggots,

and,

the drag queens,

fought back,

it was time,

it was about time.

My mom is not a member of PFLAG,

or anything like that,

I doubt she knows what it is, she doesn’t need to

she just loves her daughter,

and her fellow man.

I’m proud of her,

and lucky.

In the parental lottery,

I got the jackpot,

unconditional love,

by a stand up,

woman.

Hopefully tonight,

a few other,

stand up,

men and women,

learned a thing or,

two,

about oppression,

and,

rebellion.

Later girls,

BB

How PBS & company maintain my pinkness

Everything I know about-

pretty much,

anything,

I learned from books.

Well,

there are exceptions.

Hockey,

dad and grandpapa,

swagger,

Steve McQueen,

kick ass butchness,

k.d,

how to make a woman swoon,

still working on it:-)

But, I digress,

don’t I always!

PBS and CBC Radio, NPR,

Radio Canada,

your basic liberal pinko media,

have kept me thinking,

since I got out of college,

oh so many moons ago.

Books let me,

dream, aspire, add texture to ideas,

but,

PBS et compagnie,

they shake me up,

my preconceptions, my prejudices,

my cobwebs.

My non-fiction reading is limited,

I tend to consume it,

through pictures and sounds.

What would I really know about,

 Architecture if I didn’t watch PBS?

Not much.

I might never make it to the real live,

Lincoln Center or The Met,

but, still I go regularly through TV.

There is a lot of crap on TV,

much useless talk on radio,

but,

there is American Masters and American Experience,

and Q and the Current and The Independent Lens.

I watch crap like everyone,

Family Jewels, Castle,

whatever.

But, when I need them,

my pinkos are always ready to explain,

the situation in Afghanistan,

the depth of American musical theatre,

and why Leonard Cohen is in fact,

a genius.

How the cold and snow,

have shaped our national character,

the reading of Hart Crane’s poems,

 over pictures of the Brooklyn Bridge,

Billie Holiday singing,

Karen Kain dancing.

The Congressional compromise about health care.

Information and beauty,

fun and analysis.

Where would I be without them,

where would we be,

awash in a sea of Fox News,

of Survivor and American Idol?

Let’s hear it for the PINKOS.

Later girls

BB

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