They had been planning on this trip to Disneyland for some time. The Girl and her Poppa were chomping at the bit to get a head start. They left Momma to sleep in while they made the gate at 8:00 AM in time for breakfast with Mickey and friends.
A couple of hours later they call Momma to say, “Take the bus, we’re in line for the Matterhorn.” (Click)
Momma thinks to herself, “Oh great how am I gonna get on the bus? Those stairs could prove a problem for me.” She gets her cane and heads down the elevator to the lobby where she purchases a bus pass. Then she goes outside to wait.
She is sitting there on the bench enjoying the sun when four guys come walking up to join her on the wait. She notices their unusual garb: a chain link belt with a lock acting as a clasp, a chain necklace also with matching lock… low key aging punk? The guys volunteer to help her on the bus. Two of them push and two of them pull. “Thank you!” she waves to them as they head off – a short ten minute ride, but …
The bus is really crowded. The driver packs them in. A little toddler is standing next to her jostling around as toddlers do. He grunts and takes a big crap in his diaper.
“Oh great,” Momma thinks to herself and turns her head away so she doesn’t have to get the full force of the smell. Humanity in a crowded bus… what can you do?
When they arrive at the bus drop off, the mother plops the little boy right down on a bus bench and proceeds to change him. As a mother, she’s been there before.
Everyone has to walk a half mile just to get to the gate! She is glad she brought her Marinol sucker so she can treat the pain in her knees later. She walks with determination, her cane announcing each step. Finally after checking in, the little family sits down to enjoy a cup of coffee and a fantastic old time jass band on Main Street.
A long line of about thirty people dressed in red shirts, black knee shorts, and purple tutus threads its way through the crowd like a caterpillar. “There sure are a lot of people from my team here today,” Momma remarks.
“Yeah, it’s Unofficial Gay Day at Disneyland,” Girl explains.
“Oh my!” Momma reacts. “That’s just perfect! Really! Perfect!” Momma has always liked gay people, had lots of gay friends, and even tried it a few times herself…before she married Poppa.
There are gay people everywhere; families of young men with babies, women with babies, all races, all ages, all gay. “Gawd! If I only would have known it was Gay Day, I would have worn red too.” Momma says.
Standing in line waiting for Pirates of the Carribean, they chat with a group of lesbians. They have a mixed family of toddlers and pre-teens. “Well, looking around, I think they’ve got the statistics wrong…. It seems to be more than 10%,” Momma says to one.
“It looks like at least 42% to me,” the butch says. She is flirty, but within acceptable bounds. The butch gals always did have an effect on her. Just then they are told to embark. (Big splash and pirate music ensues…)
As they work their way around the park, all they see are loving families of every nationality, every flavor of life, every sexual orientation…having a ball! “Disneyland IS Gay!” Momma thinks to herself, “…at least for today!”
She doesn’t eat her sucker until the Small World ride.
Gay, Gay, Gay, Gay, Gay… x7!
(First published 10/26/12)
