The Perfect Children

Watching Glee made me thought of something. The geek, nerdy, self centered and annoying Rachel Berry got me thinking. Honestly of all the characters, it had to be the one that I will strangle if I meet her in real life... Either way, it got me thinking about the perfect children born into a family of two gay dads.

What would they look like?

What would they be like in school?

What would they be when they grow up?

Que Sera Sera indeed.

The few things I do know that I want are their sex, school activities and list of careers not to take.

First, I prefer having boys. Very "little-soccer-team" family I know but I think having girls will give a load of headache especially when swarm of boys circling around her and high chance of her ending up a spinster. Good quality boys are an endangered species. They are sparse and they are highly probably gay. I would probably the terrifying dad when it comes to meeting my daughter's boyfriend. Every details about him will be scrutinized! So no girls for me or maximum one will do.

The boys will also excel academically along with sports, music, arts and literature. They can have their choice sport they like. Soccer, swimming, ice skating or fencing, whatever to keep them active, healthy and fit. I have always love listening to orchestras and now I can have live performance with my boys mastering strings, brass, percussions and woodwinds. Then to top it off, arts and literature. Be involve in drama classes or Glee Club!

Tall order, I know.

Scary, I know.

Can the boys make it through this boot camp? I am optimistic of it.

Well it is only until they start university. The list is just basic groundwork for them to build their future on. I believe they will do just fine. Tough being a kid these days huh?

You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter

Empty Spaces

The Doctor was here visiting for 10 nights, right after his trip to the UK. Poor feller was having jet leg and sleeping at odd hours following UK timing. That was a blessing in disguised, him sleeping while I was away for work during the day time and both of us together when he was awake. Not sure if he spent most nights observing me sleep.

We stayed in a service apartment, Princess Pei Pei's service apartment. She was kind enough to loan it to us to use while she was away in France (hopefully) flirting away with non-housewife-beater-looking European men. The place had all the necessities we needed bedroom, bathroom, kitchen and living hall. I practically moved out of my Red Boudoir and moved in with The Doctor. There we started our life of living together.It was a blissful 10 nights.

I wake up in the morning to prepare to go to work, he was already up making breakfast and lunch box for me.

I come back from work, he was making dinner.

I wash the dishes, he was playing with Happy Aquarium.

We sat on the couch, watched the tv and talked about how our day was and what we did.

Time for bed and the day starts all over again.

Soon enough, our 10 nights ended and we said our goodbyes in the airport. It was a sad occasion but no worries, we will meet again next month for Christmas and the New Year. Goodbyes are never easy though.

I went back to the apartment again to pick up some things I left behind. The place, even though identical in every way, felt very lonely and quiet. Only traces of memories of two people cheerfully talking and laughing linger as I stood at the door looking into the apartment. Flashes of images of The Doctor standing in front of the stove cooking delicious dinner. Everything I touched resurfaces the memories when he was here but I continued packing.

As I left the apartment I thought I heard The Doctor said, "Have a good day at work dear". I turned but all I saw was an empty space. I closed the door and left the apartment.

You know you love me.
XOXO
Queer Ranter