These final days at Gay Capri are approaching ever faster and this old house is beginning to resemble a packing factory. Boxes of bits everywhere. Had a couple of special visitors over, during the last few days, as we begin to say our final farewells to those who deserve it. I will blog about that later.
Firstly, there was a very special event at Capri yesterday. Rehearsals for Marriage, done in our own unique way. As we clear the decks from the last 20 years of service to those traditional gays, like myself and Jamie, who enjoy the feel of Polyester between our thighs and the odd dress up, on days when everyone needs a good laugh and not, until recently, drama, theft and psychological abuse.
It was time to pass on my glamorous dressing up box, of clothes, wigs and jewellery over to my gay son Jamie. She is the perfect choice, since like me, her old gay mum, she loves being a bit different, diverse and camp. If you ever see Our Jamie mincing around Southampton, hands in the air, kitten heels and make up artistry to die for, you'll immediately recognise her. Thin as a rake, a bit bulimic, anorexic, with permanent five o clock shadow, working her femininity with perfection and poise. We are indeed a very Liberal household, a bit Boho, alternative and diverse. Yes there is that word again. Rarely used recently, with current discriminatory undertones the order of the day, for people who should realise, just who they are working for. A bloody disgrace in the year 2015. Anyway that is another story, as yet untold!
Jamie, like me, loves to dress up and drift off too better places. When your life has been as difficult as ours, a little bit of madness and mayhem is a welcome release. Deep down myself and Jamie love to act. Whenever he has been at Capri, we have always allowed him to do what he damn well pleases, be who the hell he wants to be and enjoy his time here. That is what life is about, especially now. He is so fragile, full of fun and laughter, why would anyone want to crush that.
Naturally, even a Gay Mother, knows how to pick the right Wedding Dress. Suitable, classic, slight embelishments, classy. Jamie, at her age, will grow to appreciate her Gay Mothers, longevity, wordly wisdom and maturnal instincts. I was feeling in a giving mood, so let her do what she thought was best. It's all a learning curve.
A old rusty bike for the drive. Personally I think that was Jay Greaves idea, to lower the tone and remove any dignity we had left.
Survival in these kind of situations depends on how quick one recovers ones dignity and regains composure. Our Jamie has much to learn. I could tell early on during the day that she was in one of her Diva, mischief moods, so kind of knew what to expect.
After giving her a good slapping in the pool for destroying a 'designer Beryl' and ruining my hair and accessories, I locked her in the cupboard under the stairs, where we keep those things that scare away burglars, almost instantly. Satanic stuff and Jay Greaves sat on a Milking stool, sharpening knives with his teeth.
When I retrieved her from the cupboard earlier, she looked like she'd been attacked by a pervert. Smile on her face, looked pleased with herself, I gave her a good slapping, with our studded paddle. For some reason, she had an even larger grin, than before. Honestly I give up!
On this final day of finery, myself and Our Jamie decided to get, old Gay Granddads Wedding dresses out. Granddad had a Wedding fetish. He was such a psychotic old bugger, not one would have married him anyway. He was collecting for his bottom draw for 70 years, everything virtually untouched. Smell of moth balls, Shake n Vac and Parma Violets, wafted through the drawing room as Jamie's excitement, ripped visciously through that old box, as big as our small bedroom!
With my thoughts turning to our Marriage, we decided to do a dress rehearsal. Actually it was a way of me saying, that however disorganised we are right now and with plans constantly changing, the real thing for us could not be worse than what we were acting yesterday.
I've done a bit of Am Dram in my time, watched Cupid Stunt, on The Kenny Everett Show, played Lady Macbeth, watched Carry On Films and have seen those fights in Dynasty, so in my muddled head, there was a bit of everything, as usual. A bit of a messy fuzz, my head is right now, so naturally, it turned out completely at odds with my thoughts. Story of my life!
Jamie as the Bride to his Gay Mother, as Jason prefers less prominence in such matters as cross dressing and being in the lime light and to be honest, he is a terrible Actor anyway! A bit of a strange family, I grant you, but a loving unit never the less!
Photographs by our pool. Jamie wanted to do a homage to Whitney in the bath. She has a sick mind sometimes, still it was her day, so reluctantly I agreed.
Sitting gracefully on the side of our Olympic sized Infinity Pool, Our Jamie viciously attacked me, taking me unaware. Straight in, head first. Designer, size 8, by Beryls of Bond Street, silk, pearls and Princess Diana design, completely soaked, ruined, after just a few minutes. Fuming was an understatement!
Sealed with a kiss!
Please do your best to attend on 22 September.