Lovely is my girlfriend. Her family knows about us. Mine doesn’t, entirely – at least not the business end of my family, which is my dad. Soon we’ll be telling. And already the crap has begun to fly.
Aaj TV apparently showed a programme on how wrong homosexuality is and how homosexuals do not get relief or forgiveness from God in this world or the next (jannat o akhirat). And L. was asked by her family: why can’t you just try this marriage you’re in? Why do you have to do this? Do you know what our family’s going to say? Everyone will talk. What about your sisters?
The concern for the sisters, incidentally, is that no one will want to marry the sister of a lez.
Lucky for me I don’t have sisters and my dad isn’t religious. His arguments, when they come, will be more esoteric. Equally debilitating though.
So last night was a shitty night. We came home from her family’s place and attempted to have sex, collapsed in a fit of argh, had a mini-fight, cried a bit, managed to succeed in having sex, got a lot happier and went to sleep at 3:30 am.
And the questions raised were:
S, do you really want to do this? Because my family’s going to suck.
L, are you sure you can go through with this? Because your family’s going to suck.
L, my dad’s going to suck way worse.
S, they’re all going to try to flush us down the toilet.
And so it was. Today, she’s feeling generic fear and I’m pissed off and tense. And we’re both shit scared of how big this is going to get.
