ROSEMARY ABBOTT | Culture
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There is only one thing on Kassie Clarke’s mind this holiday season.
That’s how to avoid what is unavoidable: the looming annual interrogation from Grandma Mavis and Aunt Janet.
Kassie had just travelled back from Wellington to Christchurch and had a feeling this year was going to be more intense than usual. The 27 year-old has known she’s been gay her whole life and has been on and off dating women in Wellington over the past few years, not that her immediate family tends to acknowledge it.
“It’s that time of year again,” Kassie muttered under her breath as she unloaded her luggage from the car, trying to keep the heavy weight of dread from dragging her shoulders down.
“It’s the same each year, Grandma Mavis gets all excited and goes “When are you going to settle down with a nice boy and give us some grandbabies?” I end up lying my way through an answer that I just haven’t found the right guy yet. There’s no way I’m going to tell her I’m pashing girls each Saturday night at Ivy Bar.
“Aunt Janet isn’t much better. She’s fully aware that I’m gay and not into boys at all, but she keeps asking when I’m going to settle down and if I’ve found someone nice. It’s like she’s wishing I wasn’t gay.”
“Oh well, maybe next year they’ll finally ask me if I’ve found a nice girl to settle down with. Ugh, I can’t wait till Christmas day is over!”
More to come.
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