Children are one of the least complex beings of one of the most complex species, and yet, they somehow manage to blow us away. Children go through the "why" stages in life. "Why are there two daddies?" Or maybe: "Why isn't there a mummy?" Sometimes there's even: "But I want a juice now! Why can't I have my juice now?" At the same time, they're lulled to sleep with tales my fiancé spins out at his own whim, about the jungles of India, about Bryan Ferry.
He's very much like a child himself. If we didn't visit his parents every holiday, I'd think he believes the stories himself. His parents always loved his stories, and every night when he would lull Lola to sleep, their parents would listen in. He had really accounted for everything. Him and Lola were dropped off in India, raised by Bryan Ferry and various animals, and then finally wandered to London.
Lola's tiny little mind believed every word of it. Once you get older, you lose that sense of wonder, that sense of belief, your imagination. Luckily for Lola, if she was anything like her older brother, she wouldn't. Vince had taught her how to sing 'Lola' by The Kinks before she even knew what a transvestite was. He didn't live in the real world. He lived in a world where it was okay for a gorilla to walk down the street with a tiny wizard.
I, however, lived in a world where problems were real. Where I tried to avoid eye contact and people whispering: "Is that a gorilla? I really hope they're just French; I don't feel like being murdered and then shoved up a chimney." Maybe not that last part. Most people aren't as intellectual as me, therefore they would not compare a gorilla to Poe. (But if you're not an intellectual either, I won't spoil the ending for you.) I lived in a world where I was almost murdered by my father when I brought home a skinny little man that was practically a drag queen, who looked like he had just done a bunch of coke.
I lived in a world where my parents disowned me for being gay. I lived in a world where they refused to pay for our wedding, even though they were filthy rich. I lived in a world where, even though I was on the edge because of my parents, Vince thought it wouldn't want to make me kill him by producing a wedding dress for him to walk down the aisle in. I stayed level headed, though. I took it back to the shop, and got two lovely tuxes. That's what you have to do in the real world. Live and let die.
Unfortunately, Vince doesn't live in the real world.
Author's Note: This is going to be fun. This is going to be a fun time. Howard's always fun, because he's so . . . holier than thou. Isn't he? ("Englishmen, you're all so fucking pompous!" -The Grim Reaper.)
Inspired by this definition:
Disown - (Verb)
phonetic : /disˈōn/
past participle : disowned
1. Refuse to acknowledge or maintain any connection with
Howard's rich family had disowned him because of his marriage
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