2001-04-17 - 12:29 p.m.
Queer As My Folks

Queer As My Folks

Here I am again. Sick and tired of whining about my shoulder. Still off work. I wasn’t able to go home for Easter; Mom and Dad drove up here last night to look after me. They are out grocery-shopping for me right now. I’m spoilt, eh?

I went back to the doctor yesterday and he x-rayed my shoulder. The x-rays ruled out a hairline fracture or anything like that, so I guess I’m cursed with a badly pulled muscle - my trapezius muscle, to be exact. He gave me a note to “certify” my absence from work all the rest of this week, but I am hoping I won’t need to stay home that long. The doc is also sending me for physiotherapy and I shall try to get that underway this afternoon.

Thanks so much to all of you who have emailed me lately, not only with “get well” wishes but other friendly messages. I am not able to answer emails right now because of the extreme discomfort I get sitting at the computer.

I have never watched so much TV in all my life! These last several days are a blur of sleeping and resting and CNN.

Mick was been wonderful, phoning me every night to see how I’m doing. We’ve been having some great chats. We agree that sex doesn’t particularly fit into what’s happening between us. Talking about sex is almost as good; I could hear how aroused Mick was when I told him that Thursday night’s romp was but a tame version of what I’m capable of, that I’d beens holding back for physical and emotional reasons.

I feel fantastic about this new connection with him. Sure, we aren’t going to work out the way I initially wanted us to, but I’m encouraged by our eagerness to forge a meaningful friendship. I’m crazy about Mick, and I look forward to getting to know him more, caring about him rather than some romanticized fantasy.

Meanwhile, Kentaro and I had planned to get together last night but I had to cancel on account of my shoulder and my parents’ visit. He understood that, but also said he might not have time to see me before he returns to Japan on Thursday. That would be too bad, but there’s not much I can do about it.

J.C. had met Mom last summer and was infatuated with her, but hadn’t met my Dad until yesterday. They met only briefly, but really seemed to hit it off. Last night just before 11, J.C. phoned from downstairs to see if we would be watching Queer As Folk together as usual. With everything going on, I had forgotten all about it; Mom and Dad were just getting into bed here (on the pull-out couch in my living room) and I was almost ready for bed myself.

After I got off the phone, I explained to my parents what J.C. was calling about. Mom perked right up, said, “Hey that sounds interesting. Turn it on.” So I watched last night’s episode of Queer As Folk with my parents. How cool is that? Dad fell asleep before the show was over, so I think he missed the S&M scenes; but Mom’s eyes were riveted to the screen for the entire hour. She said afterwards that she’d really enjoyed it, that she’d have to start watching the show regularly.

I should have called J.C. back and had him come up and watch it with us too. But I can’t wait to see the look on his face when I tell him today.

That’s about as exciting as it’s been around here, eh?

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