no country for godless women and gay men

ah, tuesday family dinners.  normally it's me, my parents, my (gay) uncle, my great-aunt peg and her two friends, dolores and roberta.  tonight (like the other crazy night previously posted) my uncle loco d came (eek) and so did his wife (ok).  tonight we all got along... but i was seated on the less controversial (or more cordial/polite) side of the table, so who knows what i missed. 

my (gay) uncle was driving me home and mentioned with how much my loco d loves our family but will never be able to accept a gay, like my dad who has always loved him regardless, and he's so tired of being "the gay" in the family.  and i said well, according to loco d, my sister and i are godless and doomed, so we three are all looking at a hot eternity of damnation in his eyes... let's just chalk it up to him "loving" us but not knowing how to love us, and pretty much ignore anything he says.

[intermission.... minutes, almost an hour... goes by]

i had a whole stream of brilliant thoughts, but then i had a phone call from my mom and well, now i'm not sure where i was going.... or who i am.... or if i'm from this world...  but i think the subject title is lovely and expressive.

(side note having nothing to do with anything: i just got a book in the mail today: violence in war and peace: an anthology.  can i just say... super stoked!!)