They want me, they want me not.
Jan28
Ha ha, I remember when I met each of my husband’s grandmothers the first time. They were both gracious and polite, but I wasn’t what they had in mind, to say the least. I’m sure there are grandmas out there who are cool with a gay grandson, but that’s not the experience I had. (As for my own grandmothers, I don’t know how they would have taken it. We didn’t get the chance to try it; they both died too early.)
I never got to know my Grandmother or Grandfather on my Mother’s side, but they were EXTREMELY progressive. They taught my mom early on that gay people were just people and to treat them like she would want to be treated. Hell, my Grandfather was friends with the only gay couple in their village back in Spain. I like to imagine they would adore my boyfriend.
My Grandmother on Dad’s side however. Well, lets just say I have a memory of my parents talking about going to San Francisco while we were visiting my Grandparents when I was like 3. My grandmother said “You don’t want to go there. That’s where all the gay people are.” It was the first time I ever saw my mother ready to punch someone and boy did she give Grandma a piece of her mind…