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When they'd finished and everything had been cleaned and dried and put away in its proper place to Eleanor's satisfaction, Jason looked at his grandmother and said, “Grandam, how much energy do you have now? Maybe we can take you to see the sights? Or show you round the city.�?

“A bit tired still, my dear, old you know.�?

“Well, why not come and see where I work? We won't go on a long trip and it's not far. You too, Eleanor. You haven't seen where Key and I work.�? Jason didn't want them to think he was ashamed of where he worked. He was proud of his work, in fact. He earned an honest living, he wasn't relying on his dividends or the trust fund, he was being a real person. It felt wonderful. He was his own man for the first time in his life. Beholden to nobody, yet with friends, dear friends, who were also his lovers and his supporters. “Maybe we could have a coffee at a café and you could meet Esmé too?�?

Lucasta could see Jason wanted to show off to her his new city, his new job, and though she was in truth still a little
tired, she agreed.

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Jason saw his grandmother looking at him with worried abstraction and knew she was thinking about him. He gave her a smile and took her arm in his.

“Out!�? he ordered, firmly. “Key and I will wash up.�?

“Well,�? offered Eleanor. “Maybe we can all do it. Division of labour. Isn't that how we are supposed to be efficient?�?

“All right.�? Jason smiled at Eleanor. He was very fond of her. He hoped she and his grandmother would become friends.

Lucasta saw the smile and resolved that she would try to be friends with Eleanor. She trusted Jason's judgement. Only with Brent, at the end, had he been wrong—so wrong!—but his sense of the worth of other people had always been acute, even as a boy. She supposed that was why he didn't get along with his mother she might be family but really the woman was odious such a wart and rather stupid too luckily her children had inherited their father's brains.

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Keith and Jason helped Lucasta and Eleanor clear away the debris of their morning tea.

“We'll do the washing up,�? offered Jason.

“Nonsense.
You young things must have a hundred things to do! I'll do it.�?

“No you won't, Eleanor! My friends all descend upon you like gannets and eat you out of house and home! The least I can do is do the washing up!�?

“it's so nice to see young appetites,�? Lucasta said, “all that energy and able to eat whatever you want and not put on a pound of fat all that zest for life.�? She glanced worriedly at Jason, thinking that for a time his zest for life had disappeared. But he looked happy. Had he forgotten Brent? She didn't think so. One didn't forget the person one loved dear Harold had been dead these twenty years and had only met Jason at the christening if that counts as meeting you could hardly have small talk could you with a baby but at least Harold had seen his grandson which was nice though come to think of it Harold would not have been too happy about Brent though she wasn't sure about whether it was because Brent was working class or a man perhaps not so much the man because after all he'd been to Eton and, well, there were all those pashes weren't there with teachers and the other girls at her school and she was sure that boys at Eton had that too but then did boys have pashes Harold never said, so interesting.

From the film Spud

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Footy, chapter 33

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Luigi reached over and wiped away Cody's tears with his thumbs.

“It's not easy, Coads. We're gay or bi or … different. People don't approve. They think we're wrong or evil or perverted. And it makes it hard. And we … well, sometimes. Some of us. We have … we see … fidelity differently to everybody else, too. We … fuck each other. But it's not like we're being unfaithful to each other. We … if we … look, love, it's wrong to deceive or lie or cheat … but Keith knows about Jason and Jason knows about Keith and, you know something? I reckon Tom knows about Keith and me and Jace.�?

“Don't you get jealous?�?

“Yeah. Sometimes. But … what's important is that we're friends. We love each other, in our own way. We … care. I know it sounds weird to you. But … we're a sort of family.�?

“I wish …�?

“What?�?

“I dunno.�? Cody shook his head and looked away.

“We'll try and work it out, Coads. We will. Because that's what you do with people you love.�?

“Do you love me?�?

“Yes.�?

“I love you too, Lou. More than you can know.�?

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The inimitable and delectable Adam Lambert.  Who is gay-shaded.

They glared at each other angrily.

At last, Luigi sighed, “I know every man and his dog think gay is wrong and evil. Ieven thought that once. I hated myself. I wanted more than anything to be like the footy team. All manly and macho and straight. I fucking begged God to make me straight. And He never did.�? He turned away and stared into the distance. “You know what? I think God doesn't give a flying foo-foo valve about gay or straight. And half the fucking priests in the Church are gay. I'm me, Coads. I know I have faults. I know I'm effeminate. And over-obsessed with clothes. I know I'm not perfect. But, Coads, I've struggled hard to learn to like myself. To learn to love myself. To accept—to be happy with—what I am.�?

align="LEFT" lang="en-AU" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-top: 0.5cm;">There was a silence broken only by the distant clang of a tram and the muted rumble and growl of lorries on the main road.