If you're a gay semi-employed dad during COVID, then you make friends with the (rare) visitors. They are:
(1) The handyman. He often seems to be high on pot, and he may or may not arrive for a given appointment. He studies you in a hazy way, and he says, "You know, we have a gay couple at my church...."
And you consider offering your congratulations. Or you could say: "More of ME??? I'll be there on Sunday!" But, instead, a complex silence follows.
(2) The plumber. This man meets your husband, then finds you. "I met your friend!" he says. And how can you reply?
"My friend, yes. The one with the wedding ring. We live here in chaste bliss, sharing a brew, raising a child together." Give this man his check. Do not call him again.
(3) The barber. She is your favorite. She came from Eastern Europe, and she has seen things. If you consider complaining about your privileged life--your occasional boredom, a sense of narrow horizons--then your barber has the right response.
She says: "Babies can be difficult, but they grow. This period doesn't last. Do you know what is difficult? Try raising a child with severe disabilities."
A nice shot of vinegar. The feeling of having one's pipes cleaned. Thank the barber profusely. In one month, you'll welcome her back....
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