This morning

I went to have a blood test... I'd been putting it off for more than two weeks as it involves me missing work in the morning... So anyways I go this morning and it took nearly no time at all, which is a giant surprise since it's dealing with the NHS. The nice nurse who was taking my blood was asking me my date of birth to confirm that I was whom the slip of paper I had from my GP said... She noted that my birthday was next week and that I was to be 28. She remarked that I was still so young but that 28 was an age where you were nearly a full fledged adult... I laughed and agreed. She then asked me if I had a husband, to which I of course replied no. What happened next was the part that got me thinking... She asked why not? At this point in what I can only say was an effort not to shock the poor woman, I said no no I've a career. To which she responded... 'but you are only young once and you can't go back and time and find a husband before you're too old'.... Now why I was unable to simply state the truth in that I'll never have a husband nor particularly want one is what troubles me... I am probably the least rainbow flag ra ra gay person around... but just why I was unable to express myself freely and tell her that it wasn't that my career that was keeping me from having a husband, was pretty sad. I'm thinking that I'm part of the problem that surrounds the gay community... If, in an effort to avoid this woman's shock or disapproval I chose not to speak the truth then what does that say about me? That I'm ashamed of who I am?

This is not the first time that this has happened... but I guess having now written this all down I can perhaps start processing the issues that put me in these situations in the first place....

Heavy stuff yea yea, but on a lighter one... this will be my last blog for a while now as I'll be away to Barcelona with Kaffin who arrives tomorrow!

Perhaps I'll attempt to procure a guest blogger... Any takers?