It's a Friday night, my boyfriend and I are sitting in front of the television watching some unknown show on the USA Network and wrapping holiday gifts. This upcoming Sunday is Armenian Christmas. I'm Armenian; both of my parents were born in Jerusalem, Palestine and immigrated here after the division of that mandate into Israel and Jordan. The Armenian Apostolic Church follows the Julian Calendar which results in a later date for our holiday.
We have to finish wrapping the presents tonight. Tomorrow morning, we have to drive the thirty minutes to my parents' home to spend the night and observe the feast day with my entire family (Mom, Pop and all my five siblings and
their families). The entire tribe compactly packed into a four bedroom home. The folks insist on this custom every year. All
of us under one
roof. "The family that is squeezed together stays together."
So my sisters (three of them), their spouses and children each are allotted one bedroom per sister. My parents get their bedroom. My youngest brother, his wife and sons take the den/study. My oldest brother, who's also gay, and his partner along with my BF and I split the living room and the family room. On the surface, that's no big deal. After all, not too many are fortunate in having a family that is welcoming, supportive and embracing of gay relationships. Count my blessings, right?
Except for one minor detail. My brother's partner and mine are supposed
to share the living room. My brother and I get the family room. According to my father, my nieces and nephews are too young and impressionable to have to deal with gay relationships at their young age. The oldest is twelve and the youngest is four. Ignorance is bliss, right? Mom just rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
What about the fact that my BF and my brother's are being housed together? Extramarital potential right under the nose of my twelve year old (puberty) nephew. Then there's the issue of incest. My brother and I sharing the same pull-out couch-bed thing. Proving once again that father knows best. Loving, yes. Just not the brightest Armenian in the church pew.
Leave it to Mom to resolve the potential for marital discord with her gay sons. After Pop goes upstairs, the rightful men sleep with their rightful partners. Everyone is aware of this modification of Pop's will, the offspring of my siblings included. Everyone, that is, except Pop. Ignorance is bliss, right?
Not a creature was stirring, not even spousal infidelity.