One Fine Christmas!
There was me expecting a boring Christmas! How much further from the truth could that statement really be. I was doing my best, trying to do the traditional Christmas thing. I spent a fortune on all the best things, any 'normal' family have during this festive period, The one thing I always forget, is that we are not a normal family.
We had a couple of 'normal' friends over, and I spent the whole day in the kitchen cooking. The biggest fuck off turkey I could find, because that's what it is all about …. RIGHT? We ate dinner, I felt like a bloated whale, and as one does, layed down to ease the pain. When I say I don't have a family, what I mean is a 'normal' family. I do however have a GAY FAMILY. The only family that really matters in my eyes.
On Christmas Day, my mad wayward gay daughter, our Lee, sheepishly phoned, after we both fell out over her mad ways and that yo yo relationship, that I never approved of and would publically attack, causing more problems for Our Lee! It was the season of goodwill to all men. I draw the line at all and really mean most men. Being the charitable person that I am, I told our Lee she could come down for the evening. So she arrives with what I assumed was her latest 'special friend', baring gifts of joy, left fermenting from the 90s. We shouted a bit, scratched her eyes out, He tried to get one over me, but couldn't. She'd taken something. This wasn't normal, she was happy. This was not my gay daughter as was. Our Lee has her addictions, which are many, but she'd discovered the joys of Happy Pills. Even I can't recall the last time I experienced the happy pill, in true form.
Christmas presents consumed, expectations low, I was surprised how swimmy I got. I'll just have a half. I don't like to overdo stuff these days, with me ailments, age and mental disposition . That was it, I don't remember much thereafter!
Now my house has always been most liberal and open. If you stay in my house, you may well see things you wish you hadn't. The door is always there, and useable. I obviously don't make a point of having lurid behaviour 24/7, but it has happened, especially when Our Lee, plies one with Christmas Cheer. Our Lee has got me in some states in the past, but
to be honest I was picked. The trifle sherry had gone to my head, and I did some things, no daughter should see, unless she has her little camera, to record such fond memories for the family album! She was clicking away, getting all the best angles and had all the best lighting. She knows how to make the best of what she has.
Things happened inbetween, oh how we will laugh about it in the future, but at that time, it all seemed a bit weird, so as we do me and our Lee fell out, both her and me were out for each others blood. There are certain people who were in my life that I wish had never been. People of low moral standing, feed on others pain and live a miserable existance.
Now at the time I was having to talk to one of that lot, due to the nature of threats made against Gay Capri, because, someone said something...You know the sort of thing. In my book if you do something wrong, be a man and admit it. Anway I digress! This person who I was speaking too, in order to defuse a rather tense situation and hopefully getting them to see sense on a number of different issues, was taking my honesty as reason to gossip. That's ok, that's why I only spoke through him. With me and our Lee at loggerheads, she does what she does best and dug the knife a bit deeper. Rumours
abound, comments made, she rattled my old bones.
Back at the sunny side of the City, Gay Capri was dealing with more pressing matters. Christmas festivities were getting jiggy. The arrival of Our Jamie and pregnant mother to be Our Kirsty, Jay and Natalie, bought a certain level of specialness to the festivities. Kirsty was in a bit of a mood, eating twiglets by the bucket load and needed cheering up. Well, once again my expensive, extensive, couture wig and designer outfit collection was raided and the family looked radiant, that Christmas weekend. Our Natalie bought some more memorable items from her revealing collection of themed costumes, and our Jamie took a shine to all of them.
We dressed for Baby Georges pram/trolley, multifuctional tartan vehicle, test drive,. We all looked stunning. Jamie had his 1970s retro bakerlite dial phone, in case of emergencies. We headed towards The Avenue, to wave at the cars this fare Christmas eve. Due to the stunning nature of our looks and style, this pervert, disguised in a real fur hat and big glasses was flashing her lense at us, all the way there and back. We later discovered the pervert was someone we knew well, capturing the moment for his album of people he'd most like to shag....Beautiful we were!
I also spent time with dear old friend Dale, Our SJ and Our Claire on New Years Eve, and had the best time ever. I have not smiled that much in forever and Our SJ's smile was that big, it even did weird sexual things to me. Couldn't look at SJ without laughing. It really is great to see people happy. It is a great healer!
Many things happened there after. I had shut down my facebook for a while. Things were being said of a delicate nature and I didn't want any more aspersions cast upon my good nature. So, someone who had never been close sent an old fashion telegraphic text message. These days I can barely see, but I had a magnifying sheet up to me phone and did my best. Receiving support from someone, who I least expected it from, due to past experiences with unhinged, speccy freaks, with viscious tongues and odd sexual practices, made my year. We had that in common at least, both left vengeful, over the audacity of that person who shall remain nameless at this moment.
If I have concerns for the safety and well being of my myself, my friends, our reputation and dignity, I will make that opinion clear. As the weeks roll on, it will get louder and louder, I can assure you, despite your poor attempt at trying to destroy my character. Do remember, I suffer with Bipolar, yes I get depressed and yes I was on medication. However, after spending a god awful year and a half with all those at The squat, several suicide attempts and finally the ditching of my
medication, I can see you lot for who you are, the people you are destroying and the lies you spread.
I used to like some of them there myself, but at this moment they are choosing the palatial surroundings of The Squat and the delights of pompous arrogance, over those who truly cared. That will end eventually and judging on past experience, it will end bad. I visited that place once and had the worst time of my life, I would never lower myself again.
What can you do to help? That remains to be seen. Firstly you get people to finally see the truth. Most don't listen. Even intelligent people, who actually work for a living. As for the rest, well they don't work, so they really have no escape from it. For them I have real concerns.
Enough doom and gloom! We are still alive. I have had such an uplifting time recently, that I actually feel as happy as I ever did. If you are surrounded by love and laughter, that will channel through. This was a funny, special time, at the end of one of the worst years of my life and the best Christmas periods ever. I sign of things to come, I hope!