Monday, November 23, 2009

A Popped Bubble

Up until the age of 18 I pretty much lived in a bubble of security my parents had created for me. I went to a good school, I had friends my parents approved of and my life was monitored closely to be sure I was safe. I loved this time of my life; it allowed me to become the secure woman I am today. However living in the bubble left me a bit naive to some of the bigger things in life.

Mrs. Ivy League and I were friends from fourth grade on. I am taking you back to a time when we were both 16, ecstatic that we were able to drive and off to one of our favourite haunts back then a strip of shops, museums and artistry called Royal Oak. We were sort of a mismatched pair back then walking the streets, I was a mini-fashionista even then wearing heels and skirts and Mrs. Ivey League well she was in a jeans and T-shirt phase. But we didn’t care about our different outward appearances because we were so similar in many other ways.

So this day way back when we wanted to see a movie at the alternative theatre, a theatre that played non-mainstream movies, movies that were odd and quirky, movies that we totally loved. Unfortunately for us the movie, I don’t even remember the name now, was letting out at a time that would put us past our curfew. It left us with two other choices, neither of which we knew anything about. So we asked the teller which she would recommend and ecstatically she gushed about Love, Valor and Compassion, a movie everyone she says was RAVING about. We ended up purchasing tickets to her recommended movie and settled into our seats.

The first scene opened with a man raiding the refrigerator in the middle of the night. He was shirtless and gorgeous and I remember distinctively smiling at the big screen, and then another man came up behind him and they started making out. Mrs. Ivey League and I started squirming in our seats and we turned panicked eyes to each other. OH MY GOD, are those two MEN!!!! Should we leave, should we stay, OH MY GOD.

I remembered being so panicked I was paralyzed. On one hand I was mortifyingly uncomfortable, I was sure my dad was going to walk in any minute and rain the wrath that only fathers can successfully do down on my head. On the other hand I did not want to just walk out, I did not want anyone in the theatre to think I was leaving because I did not like gays, hell I was in a bubble I barely knew what gay was let alone what I thought about it. Plus we had just spent SEVEN dollars to get in and I would be damned if I was going to flush ALL THAT MONEY down the toilet by walking out.

So we hunkered down lower in the seat and watched the entire movie in silence. After the first scene, which showed no nudity by the way mom (it was PG-13), the movie was actually really good. It was a comedy/serious drama (weird I know) about a group of men, the stereotypes against gays and the AIDS epidemic before anyone even knew what AIDS was. It was touching and sad and by the end I was rooting for the poor people and their lost loves and friends. We loved the movie and once the lights came on we started chatting about how happy we were that we stayed. That was until we noticed for the first time how many boys were holding boys hands and same sex couples were in the audience.

We ran out of there giggling imagining that maybe someone thought that we were a couple and how I would defiantly be the “girl” in the relationship because of how I was dressed and how Mrs. Ivey League would be the “guy” in the relationship. On that day she won the loving nickname of BUTCH and to this day we still tease each other about our “first date”.

Welcome to LALA land Mrs. Ivey League, I thought I would start out your visit with a documented memory that we can look back on when we are old and senile together.

1 comment:

paul peggy zeus said...

Now, that's a very cute story. Sorry we made you live in a bubble, but it was better than most kids had.

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