Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Thanks for Everything! Julie Newmar

My family moved from Charleston, SC to Washington, D.C. when I was 4 years old. My brother was 2 years old at the time. Coming from a midsized southern city, we hadn’t really experienced much in alternative lifestyles and my mother and father had never really felt a need to explain them to us since we were so young. Needless to say we (she) were (was) ill prepared for that day we picked my father up from his office on Constitution Ave.

Capital Pride is the 4th largest gay pride event held in the United States today. In 1986 it celebrated its 11th anniversary. Apparently my mom was not aware. In order to get to the place where she normally picked up my dad from work she had to cross on 14th over Constitution Ave. Had she looked to the right as she was crossing the street she would have noticed the gigantic rainbow balloon arch, but she didn’t. She had got to the area that they were going to have the parade before they had started blocking off the streets, so she really didn’t notice that there was anything out of the ordinary going on. When she got to where she normally met my father, she couldn’t find him. So she had to park the car to find him.

Now this is the part that makes me laugh my ass off every time. Apparently when my mom went in search of my father, with 5 year old, Kat and 3 year old brother in tow she somehow managed to become part of the Capital Pride Parade. The ever inquisitive children we were we kept asking her questions that she hadn’t exactly planned on answering that day. “Hey, Mom, why are those guys holding hands?” “Hey, Mom, why are those girls kissing?” I bet she couldn’t find my dad fast enough. Anyways, my mom made family history that day, being the first to march in a gay pride parade by accident.

Later on while living in D.C. we lived above a tranny, his sister, and her son. The boy that lived in the apartment was really good friends with my brother and we naturally became good friends with the family. Uncle J actually taught me how to do make up when I was about 11 years old. He was awesome and prettier than his sister.

Thank you, Heinous for jogging my memory and spurring me to call my Mom in order to recall the exact circumstances of her march on Washington. Oh and thanks Mom for the blog fodder..hehehe. She might just kick my ass guys, watch out for that one she is wiry.

11 comments:

Heinous said...

That's too funny. You should get her a 'rainbow brigade' T-shirt in memorial of her support.

Momo Fali said...

Your Mom in the parade and a tranny teaching you how to apply makeup? Hilarious!

Mama Dawg said...

That's brilliant!

Lola said...

HA! I've been in a few of those by accident myself. Granted it was because one of my gay friends pulled me off the sidewalk so that I could dance down the street with them.

Why would Mom want to kick your ass over this? It's an awesome story.

Kat said...

Lola-When I wrote this I hadn't checked to see if it was ok if I posted it, and she reads my blog, so I was afraid she would kick my ass. Anyways I checked with her and she was A-ok with it. Thank goodness.

Jen said...

histerical! I love it. great story.

Captain Dumbass said...

I'm madly digging through my internal hard drive for a tranny story to join in on all the fun. I can't believe I don't have a tranny story!

jenboglass said...

Yeah, I was just going to say that this week must be tranny week since heinous mentioned a few yesterday. Sadly, I have no tranny stories. None! How could I let this happen to me?? I'm glad you were exposed at such an early age. Your poor mom though! This story made me smile! Sorry it took me so long to get over here. I have huge deadliines this week and have to sneak on the internet like a filthy whore. (Sorry to write "filthy whore" in your comment section. But you started it first with all the tranny talk)

Don Mills Diva said...

I love that he/she taught you to apply makeup - that's awesome!

Heather said...

I totally have a tranny story, but it's related to something else I am trying to post if I could just get my stupid camera to work so I can get the pics off of it. Tomorrow is another day though, so maybe I'll get it posted then.

Cape Cod Gal said...

I live less than 40 minutes away from Ptown, MA. The gay/lesbian/transgender capital of the world! Every day is Gay Pride Day! It's awesome!