Posted by Broom on Jul 3, 2009 in
me This morning The Girl and I cried as we watched on NDTV, the joy erupting amongst the gay community and all day long as I read news articles and comments on my blog, my eyes welled up.
My parents arrive in a couple of days. Strangely, I feel no apprehension.
“How are you planning to tell your mom?”, asked TG a couple of hours back.
I shrugged. “I don’t know”.
“You are planning to tell her, right?”. Panic in her voice.
“YES!” I snapped irritably.
And I am going to tell her, but every time I think of it, I get queasy and sweep the thought away. I am Broom, after all! heh!
I am also apparently turning into an Indian man:
I recently told TG that if she made my parents tea in the mornings they would love her. She agreed to do it, but said she didn’t know if she could do it every day.
It took me a few seconds to realise that I was being a jerk and told her that she needn’t do anything if she didn’t want to and that she should smack me the next time I tried to turn her into a dutiful Bharatiya Naari.
The next couple of months are going to be interesting. Don’t forget the popcorn!
Posted by Broom on Jul 2, 2009 in
me I woke up to about 18 emails and was wondering why. The first email was from K (who is Indian and is in a relationship with M, an Australian and my ex badminton buddy.) saying “We’re legal!!!”. I wondered if she and M had gotten married. But then I realised they were already common law partners in the UK. I had the fleeting thought that MAYBE 377 had been scrapped, but thought that impossible. I went on to my next email and it was congratulatory but wouldn’t say why. When I finally saw OJ’s email I shook TG awake and said “377 is gone!”. Her first reaction was ” wanna move to Bombay?!”
Someday we might. Who knows? All I know right now is that I’m absolutely ecstatic. Thank you high court!
And suck it, you religious fundies that tried to stop this.
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Posted by Broom on Jun 26, 2009 in
canada,
domesticity,
me,
the girl A couple of weeks back, our lawyer told us that our initial application for Permanent Residency had been turned down. He’s positive it’s because the guys at immigration didn’t read all the documents attached (big surprise there, eh?) and that he would re-file and that it would be ok. So it’s being resent and as far as I know, all will be well. But it just served to remind me how fragile and tenuous our “forever” is. When TG and I make our grand plans they’re all just a hair’s breadth away from vanishing. Neither of us can live in the other’s country as a spouse and so Canada is our safe haven. Please Canada, don’t separate us.
In a strange way, it made us want to have a child even more. We were trying to be sensible and wait till we both got permanent residency here, but now we’re both saying “SCREW THAT!”. Let’s just assume that the Universe will smile upon us and we’ll be singing “Oh Canada” at our citizenship ceremony with a little Troom (TG + Broom) in a few years. Who knows, eh?
We’ve also settled the dispute of who will carry the baby. Since TG will soon be a senior citizen, I’ve had pity on her ticking biological clock and decided it’s ok for her to get pregnant first. How and when this is going to happen – I have NO idea. Anyone know a good LGBT friendly doctor in Toronto?
