The Amazon Trail: A Good Start To A Proud Summer

by | Jun 19, 2019 | QUEER RVA

In this month’s Amazon Trail, Lee Lynch begins Pride month by celebrating the long-overdue apology for Stonewall, then attempts to deal with a home-repair emergency.

The Police Commissioner of the City of New York apologized on June 6, 2019 for the most publicized raid of a gay bar in the history of the world. Thank you, sir, but fifty years later? And how many raids before that one? How many LGBTQ careers ruined, bodies battered, families destroyed? How? Many? Suicides? Still, it was a great gesture and more cause for celebration. It was a good start to summer, to this season of pride.

Before the bulldykes, the gay men, the transgender and queer, struck back at the blue-suited symbols of our oppression, could this lovely life of mine have been possible?

In our primarily straight community, people genuinely smile when they see us. Just today, yet another resident told us we are the nicest neighbors they could have. Just today, a long-time resident came running to ask if we would help with our small Fourth of July parade. A man and woman waylaid us to show off renovations to their home. I asked where they’d found the excellent builders. Quietly, the husband said, “Church.”

Many of our neighbors attend conservative Christian churches. They know full well what we are. I get scared, sometimes, with the current rightward political trend, that they’ll turn on us. But for today, we’re living in harmony.

It was all going so well, as spring segued to summer, until panic set in. No, it wasn’t the right wing, it was the ceiling; a moisture stain, to be exact. I tried to make something of the shape — a sign, a tray-ceiling stigmata — but couldn’t come up with anything closer than Gertrude Stein in her cassock-like brown dress and monk’s tonsure (without the shaved pate). Was she making an appearance in honor of Pride?

No, the stain represented one thing only: a twenty-thousand-dollar roof replacement. This was no way to rejoice in the anniversary of Stonewall.

We’d expected two major expenses this summer. A trip to visit friends and tour Crater Lake National Park for my sweetheart’s birthday; a trip back east to see family and friends and attend The Golden Crown Literary Conference in Pittsburgh.

But now, the roof. We learned that thirty-year roofs actually last only twenty. Ours is eighteen. We learned that some roofing contractors will sell you whatever you’re scared enough to buy. We learned that steep pitches like ours raise not just the ceiling, but the steep price of a roof. We learned all sorts of things we didn’t want to know. Mostly, we learned that travel and roof replacement are not compatible.

Never mind, we have plenty to do all summer.

Our ground is too hard to dig, but last year, for kicks, my sweetheart sowed some sugar snap peas in a long planter. Much to our delight, they took off like Jack and the Beanstalk. Or peastalk. This year the peas went in late because I bought starts at a local pop-up nursery. Big dumb beginner mistake: they were snow peas. Not that I’ll turn up my nose at snow peas.

A couple of summers ago, a friend took me round to his garden (we all own approximately point zero plots of land) and showed me potatoes growing in bags. Container gardening has always intrigued me. After two years of research and cold feet, this summer I took the plunge. It’s not exactly gay pride, but green leaves are coming out of the soil in those grow bags.

The enormous cat tower. Photo courtesy Lee Lynch.

My sweetheart came into possession of a cat tower at no cost a few years ago and took advantage of the roofing disaster looming over our heads to assemble it. She’s a handy-femme with infinite patience for reading instructions and redoing mistakes and I doubly love her for it. With modest pride she beckoned me out of my butch cave when she finished. The tower is incredible. A monolith. It must be the tallest cat tower ever made, and it’s quite sturdy.

Naturally, our seventeen-year-old arthritic cat turned her back and did a “meh” twitch with her tail. She’s correct; now that we can see the floor space this thing requires, it’s way big for our home. My sweetheart listed it on a local website and had it sold in an hour. Money toward the roof!

But only a drop in the bucket we’re going to need under the leak. It looked like we’d be tending the back forty feet and another forty projects this gayest of summers.

A retired builder friend came over to take a look at the roof. We’d already made an appointment with a roofer, but our friend insisted on seeing Gertrude Stein in cassock and tonsure first. After the viewing, he climbed a ladder and examined the roof over our heads. He poked around a bit and descended.

We’d lost a shingle. One shingle. It would cost all of thirty dollars to fix.

Sure, we’re fifty years and proud, and now we’re house proud too.

Copyright Lee Lynch 2019. Top Photo, Stonewall during Pride 2016, by Rhododendrites, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia

Lee Lynch

Lee Lynch

Lee Lynch has been writing lesbian fiction since the 1960s, and is an important influence in modern lesbian literature. Her syndicated column, The Amazon Trail, has been running since 1986. She lives with her wife, Elaine Mulligan Lynch, in the Pacific Northwest.

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