|Photo Description: two fists with the words GOOD BEER tattooed on letter at a time on the four fingers of each hand.|
Joe, who took the call, assured her that it was still on and we were still looking forward to see what she'd created, given our unusual request. After the call, Joe sat back and relaxed. It is all organized, it's all done. But for the waiting. We started to talk about the wedding, moved from that to the upcoming pride day and the organization behind making sure that we've got water for the water guns. We chatted in a normal chatting sort of voice.
The thing is, we weren't in a gay bar.
We were in a guys sports bar where the servers, all women, have breasts that look like they could beat you in an arm wrestle. We've been in there when some game or other has been on and it was full of guys cheering these various teams. Joe and I have a different approach to sports that usually ends in one of us making the comment about a player like, "He's kinda cute,"
At some point we all realized that the guys around us had heard our conversation and didn't care. One. Little. Bit.
I didn't feel unsafe.
Things are changing. When we were in Campbell River, I was in the room, I'd been sick with the runs and we were waiting for the Imodium to kick in. Joe called me, almost frantically, from the laundromat in downtown Campbell River. He wanted to tell me that there was an advertisement, on the wall, for a gay pride event in Campbell River. Campbell River!
This was the town where we had met.
And would have had to shit beat out of us.
Now there is an ad for a pride event in a laundromat. It hadn't been ripped up or torn down.
Maybe the world is changing.
Our life changes tomorrow, in one major way, when we get married.
But I don't want to talk about that until it's done.