I had resolved to let this go and not allow it to affect me. No matter how I try it won't leave me and I feel it nagging me in the back of my sub cordial lobe ( thank you E.R.). This last Halloween we eagerly awaited tricksters and treaters on our living room couch, each of us poised to reach for the candy bowl and the door before they had a chance to knock and jump start Lucy and Harlow with their insane barking. The night before we carved out a couple of pumpkins and they were cool folks. Nick's was a Pirate Fish and it turned out awesome.
We never get more than 20 kids each year and we've been here for 5yrs. We are sure that the neighbors are dependent on our goods at this point. To be honest, we seem to buy enough candy for 100 kids and end up giving out handfuls of candy just to get rid of it. Let's face it, that alone should set us up each year as one house not to miss. Am I right? It's not the crappy stuff either. I only buy what I would eat, and I don't eat crappy candy. Ever. Snickers. Reese's. You get the idea.
The night gets started and we are watching out the window for any signs of activity. The dogs are penned up in the hallway where they can't see out the windows. Pretty soon the kids start coming in small little waves. 3 here, 2 there. Around 8pm there is a group of kids of 4 or 5 and I'm dolling out the goods by the hand full, kids are going "Wow!" and we are just standing there loving every minute of it. I hit each bag as it's presented and the final kid in the back just looks up at me and Nick without a mask on and apologizes, "I'm sorry, I can't take candy from homo's" and scurry's off. I know what you're thinking. I've thought it too. I looked up and out into the dark driveway to see if I can see any parents, but the light shadows everything above the knee. I tell myself that can't possibly be what I heard. I tell Nick and he's all "are you sure?" I'm sure. I was looking right at the kid.
I got mad. I turned off the light and shut it down. Maybe I was scared too. It upset me for the fact that a child of not more than 8 or 9 could say something like that. That's when I really got mad, because I knew that a parent had put them up to it. If that's not abuse, I don't know what to call it. Manipulation? Mean spirited? Cowardice?
I'm not naive. I know that there are people out there that still have issues with sexuality. We don't pretend to be anything other than a couple that lives in a house with 2 cars, 2 dogs and a mortgage. We are very open and up front about who we are and always have been. There has never been a moment in the last 5 year that I ever felt that there was any animosity or distaste from our neighbors. My only requirement is that you treat us respectfully. You don't have to approve, you don't have to like it, but live and let live. We are not doing anything that you're not.
We are fortunate to have neighbors that are friendly and willing to chat and comment on the MANY projects that we are constantly implementing here at casa de homo's. I know that this instance was only one. I'm saddened that a parent could put their child up to that kind of cowardice on their behalf. You have a choice not to come to our house. Use it. But next year, when you go walking by and you think about not taking candy from the gays, your kid is so going to hate life, because we are going to do Halloween so over the top with decorations and give away 3 lb bags of candy. Every kid in the neighborhood will talk about it for years to come. Neener! Neener! Neener!