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Morning AB, All...

So here’s my story. It is completely true and this stuff happens to me just so I can come on early Sunday morn and tell y’all about it. No MTP today so the it’s a slow news day.

I go to a 4th of July party. It’s at my niece’s house, my other niece is also there. They each have a son and each of their sons is there. One son has two female guests, I didn’t know who they were. I had my precious and precocious granddaughter with me.

So the evening goes on. Everybody oohs and aahs over granddaughter, we eat from the barbie. This is in Merryland, which is only 30 miles down from the road from Delaware. At nightfall we would walk to the beach and watch the fireworks.

A normal All-American July 4, right?

So one of the l of the ladies suddenly has a guitar and she’s strumming and singing and she was quite good. Just a real sweet girl, goodness she was only around early 20’s, maybe 22, I dunno. I enjoyed her song, taped it, asked if I could put it on my Blog. She’s teaching my granddaughter how to strum the guitar and sings some of kind of bluesy tunes with her. Kaitlyn is enamored of this pretty woman paying so much attention to her. This female’s friend, I’ll call the guitar female Mary, her friend is Jane, was kind of quiet but very nice so far as I could see.

Mary asks about my Blog and I am, ahem, a political person. This always gets me into trouble. I explain my Blog is a mish-mash of this and that but mostly I take the position my granddaughter needs my thoughts duly recorded that she may keep the liberals from taking over the world and ruining it. Something to that effect.

Mary says nothing, acts interested. Others chirp in on politics, conservatism, nothing in anger...in fact most there professed to too be conservatives. It’s that old most of the country considers themselves conservative and I believe this.

suddenly Mary pipes up and says, “I’ll tell you what’s wrong with conservatives”. I am perfectly willing to listen.

“In the state of Merryland I can’t marry the person I love most in the world,” Mary says to the sound of a pin dropping.

I am surprised, as are most bbq attendees at that point, as we then figure that Mary and Jane must be a “couple”. Not that there’s anything wrong with this.

I go into a little spiel about marriage being between a male and a female, which, ahem, I believe. She shouts that true love knows no sexual gender and she started to sound a little like Mark Sanford.

Well it was no mind because even if the gods of love, Eros and Obama himself saw marriage as not limited to gender, number, hell maybe even inter-species, the law is only a male and a female, in the state of Merryland, can be married at this time. Facts are facts.

Within 15 minutes, I am not making this up, Mary and Jane are standing up in some central location in this home and deck and they are locked in a passionate embrace, french-kissing, their arms intertwined...well little was left to the imagination. All party attendess are circling around this awkward scene because hey, what are we gonna complain about this nutty thing to be doing at an all-American 4th of July party even if they were both HETEROSEXUALS?

They put us in this position, folks. Besides....recall please, I’ve got my 5 year old granddaughter there who adores this Mary woman and this weighs on my mind.

It gets better but let me take a break.

They love duo finally break up and we all head to the beach for the fireworks. Some of us walk, some drive. It was about a mile away and here I am a heart patient but me and Kaitlyn we walked it.

So I tell my niece about that love fest in her living room. My niece said she saw it but if we wouldn’t complain about a man and a woman doing it then we shouldn’t complain about this love couple doing it.

First, if a male and female had been right in the middle of all the action doing this sort of thing I’d have been just as perplexed. It didn’t seem like appropriate behavior given the activities of the party. Had this been, say, an evening of smoking dope and listening to music...maybe. But a 4th of July BBQ with kids and old people like myself?

I told my niece that whole thing was a show to shock us, to DARE us to say something, yes it was. I told my niece that frankly it wasn’t such a big deal to me but that I really didn’t want 5 yr old Kaitlyn exposed to this. Kaitlyn, already adoring this Mary person....sheesh. But I was upbeat about it, not mad really. Just launching into a rather timid political spiel, in reality.

so at the beach we all grab a spot of sand and sit down. Kaitlyn goes with my niece over to the water’s edge to watch my niece throw stuff in the water for niece’s Retriever. I am sitting with my nephew and Mary and Jane.

soon, again not making this up, Mary and Jane begin a makeout session and now they are laying down on the sand. I try not to look but there was a crowd of fireworks-watchers all around and plenty saw it. People were pointing fingers, “look at that”, at this pair of females so in love that they cannot keep their hands off of each other and have to act like real assholes as there is simply no other word.

Kaitlyn did not, fortunately, see any of this as they were busy at water’s edge playing with the dog. And again, I wasn’t all that outraged in terms of my sensibilities. The whole thing made them look stupid as shit. At one point I saw one female with her hand down the shorts of the other and at this point I turned completely around as enough, ladies and gems, was enough.

I then told my other niece, who came to pick us up, about her son and his “friends” (why the hell is he hanging around a pair of lesbians anyway...just askin’?) and their performance on the beach.

My niece evidently, even though I asked her not to and explained I was less outraged as puzzled as to why people would do this in such a public setting, immediately went in and told her son as he was quite obviously cold to me upon my departure, outright refusing to give me a goodbye hug.

So I’m in trouble again, folks. But I got a plan. It’s about my Blog as Mary really thinks she’s going to be featured as a happening music act but that’s not going to happen. What WILL happen might surprise her but dammit I am going to take a stand.

Fishtalk, you lead such an interesting life! So many things you talk about have familiar strands reaching towards events and characters in my own family and world. It is not all bad and in fact quite hilarious at times. The young women you describe are an aspect of the current generation that troubles me very much. I believe that the homosexual lesbian and gay saturation of every aspect of our culture, i.e. education, media, entertainment etc, has sickened and warped the sexual nature of several generations. Girls used to have friendships and crushes on each other in the nature of best friends or favorites but now they are pushed to experiment with sexual expressions which leave them feeling guilty or permanently ruined for normal male mating. Our grandchildren are especially vulnerable to this invasion of perversion into their lives. Your granddaughter is fortunate to have you looking out for her.