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“Promises of Starlight,” episode 5

February 20, 2013

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Written by Thea Washington

None of the characters in “Promises of Starlight” represent any person living or dead.

The character “Rock Star”/”Angel” is based on Adam Lambert. The author does not in any way wish to disturb or predict Mr. Lambert’s life through the characters in this story.

All videos are to be enjoyed through their link to YouTube. They are not to be downloaded. No claims are made on the videos by the author.

 

Chapter 5 – DECISIONS, DECISIONS

             Somehow everyone made it through the toddler and pre-school era. Now things got serious.

 

              “I think they should go to a regular private school,” said Papa. “It’ll do them good to be around kids from a variety of home situations.”

              “’A variety of home situations’?” Angel was already agitated and the conversation had just begun. “What makes you think there’s gonna be ‘a variety of home situations’? Nobody but people like us can afford these places anyway. So what ‘variety’ are you talking about?”

              “You know what I mean.” Lover was sticking to his guns. “Not every child has two gay fathers. This will give the children a chance to see how other people live. And there’ll be some kids on scholarship. It’s not all about money. Those kids will be smart. Really smart.”

              “So you think variety will be a good thing?”

              “Yes, I do,” Lover insisted. “Look at me. I knew the kind of life I wanted because I’d seen how other people lived.”

              “Well, that’s true,” said Angel. “Yeah, our upbringings were different.” He stopped to think a moment. “Mine wasn’t so bad. I mean, I just always felt like, I don’t know.” He paused again. “Like, I didn’t understand how the other kids could be so easy with each other, you know? I knew I was gay and that by itself made me different from most of them. But otherwise than me being different, things were pretty good.”

              Lover nodded. “That’s exactly what I mean, babe. Most of the kids in my neighborhood, the first one I mean, were just like me, scared all the time. Scared of Pimp Dealer and his Crew, scared of being evicted again, scared of not having enough to eat. Plus all the other things to be scared of. There wasn’t any variety there. That’s all we knew.”

              Angel looked at his husband, his heart breaking. Yes, he knew what Lover’s original story was. And he was right. While he’d grown up in an upper middle-class neighborhood where kids could ride their bikes and go to the park and play without too much to worry about, Lover hadn’t known a life like that was possible until he’d moved in with Auntie and her family. How at first he’d been just as scared as the kids he’d left behind, feeling so different from all those new kids, talking differently, ready to fight if anyone looked at him cross-eyed. But then he’d quieted down when the teachers realized how smart he was.

             “See, that’s exactly what I mean,” said Angel. “If you hadn’t moved to a different  neighborhood you never would have known what else was possible, but my ‘possible’ was already there. So I didn’t need ‘variety’. And I think that if the kids go to a school especially for families like ours, they’ll be more comfortable with ours.”

              “But they’re not uncomfortable with ours now,” Lover said. “What gave you that idea?”

              “I don’t know,” Angel answered. “I guess I just don’t want them to think we’re weird.

              Lover looked at him. “We are weird.”

              Angel chuckled and smiled that gorgeous smile of his. “But we’re weird in a good way. I just wanna make sure the kids think it’s a good way, too.” He stopped pacing. “And I think being around kids like them, from gay families like us, is the way to go.”

              Lover was losing track of the conversation. Let’s see, he’d started out by saying he wanted the kids to go to a regular private school with kids from all kinds of different families. Angel wanted them to go to a more “specialized” school just for kids from non-traditional families like theirs.

              Both men could feel it. It was time for a compromise.

              “OK, how about this,” Angel offered. “What if they go to a regular private school but to a specialized sleepaway camp in the summer, one that’s especially for children with gay parents?”

              “What?” said Lover, his face a cross between confusion and horror. “They’re just babies. They’re not ready for sleepaway camp yet!”

              “I know, T. I’m just thinking ahead. They could go to private school here and do sleepovers with families we know. Then we can have some family vacations at places where gay families are especially welcomed until the kids are ready for camp on their own. Like, what’s that camp in Vermont called? I forget.”

              Lover knew what camp he was talking about but he’d forgotten its name, too. “You mean the one for kids from LGBT families?”

              “Yeah, that one. I hear they have special ‘family weeks’.” We could check it out on vacation and, if the kids like it, they could go there for camp on their own. When they’re ready.” Angel was on a roll. “See, that way, they could go to school here—a regular, private school.”             

              “Hmm, that’s a thought,” Lover replied, just barely convinced.

              “So that’s it, right? Regular private school here, sleepovers, family vacations at some LGBT camp somewhere and then sleepaway camp. Does that sound OK to you?”

              “Yeah, that sounds OK,” said Lover, again amazed at how clearly, fairly and strategically Angel could think when it was really important. And this was really important.

              He couldn’t resist having the last word, though.

              “We did forget one thing,” he said.

              “What, baby?” asked Angel, ready for either the smart answer or the smart-ass one. (Guess which one he got.)

              “Well,” pondered Lover, “we haven’t really talked about colleges yet.”

               That’s when the first pillow came flying across the room.

 

Tomorrow in “Promises of Starlight,” episode 6:  Questions, kisses and naked love

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