A. Oh, go on, then.
‘Ere it is! You know, after the break thingamy. And rather timely it is, too, what with his playing the inaugural popular music concert at the new Wembley Stadium tomo eve, and what with his being sentenced an’ all for that nodding off at the wheel in London’s Glittering Cricklewood business. He’s been banned from driving for two years, and been given 100 hours community service, btw. Fancy.
Anyways, so Georgios doth tell in an interview to be published in the Gay Times in like, ooh a couple of weeks or so, the following:
‘My mother had this fear of me being gay. She had this definite fear that I was going to be like her brother – she thought that it meant I wouldn’t cope with life. She almost felt like she had brought this gene. So there were very pointed areas where she let my dad be – supposedly protectively – homophobic.
‘There was this gay waiter who lived above our familiy restaurant and I wasn’t allowed to go to the top flat when he was in the restaurant. You know, in case I caught something. In case I caught gay. Knowing my father, he couldn’t even consider he had a gay son because he is of his generation, a Greek Cypriot man. But my mother was afraid of my father’s judgement of me. I also now realise she was afraid that if the ‘gene’ was in me it would turn out the same way for me as it had for [my late uncle] Colin. My mother didn’t talk about her brother until I was 16. I don’t know if that was a decision on her part or whether she just plucked up the courage. It changed my opinion of her entirely because it wasn’t just that – she’s also seen her own father die the same way. They’d both put their heads in the gas oven. And, lucky old Mum, she found both of them. She spent years being so remorseful that it’s impossible to hold that time against her. And in the last 20 years of her life, I don’t think we had a cross world actually.’
That was :-( but also :-)
And now, George doth talk about his late partner Anselmo, who died of AIDS complications in 1993:
‘I sat at the table not knowing if this man I was in love with was terminally ill and not knowing whether I was terminally ill. It was possibly the loneliest time of my life. I wrote [my parents] a four-page letter which was the easiest thing I’ve ever written, considering it was the only unresolved issue – to come out to my parents. My mum said it was the most beautiful letter she had ever read, that it explained completely how I felt and why she didn’t have to worry about me. It was the easiest thing that should have been the most difficult.’
That too was :-( but also rather :-)
For more of the above, go buyeth Gay Times-ery, soon. Ery.