The realm of the Domestigay is not limited to the inside of the house. This morning was a beautiful morning. For about a month or two I’ve been growing an herb garden on the balcony. I’ve wanted to transplant my basil (that I grew from seed and needs more room to put down roots). My boyfriend woke up in a terrible, groggy mood. The juxtaposition of his bad mood with the nice weather made gardening a good place to go for awhile until he shook the slumber and got happy. My loving remarks were met with caveman sounds, a sure sign of retreat. So I did some domestigayted gardening. I still have some cilantro and chives that need transplanted, but I need to get some pots for them. I did some other maintenance as well; including pinching off the mint blossoms so that the flavor stays in the leaves. I think some Mojitos or Mint Juleps are in order.
All of this is to say, gays garden too. Gardening is overused, I think, as a metaphor for so many things—you plant a seed, you nurture it, it sprouts, you move it to a bigger pot, it grows, it blossoms, now find your inner strength and blossom. I want to avoid that metaphor. Instead, I will use this as an opportunity to recruit.
Anyone who wants to be a part of this project in any way, please, contact me either by e-mail (firstname.lastname@example.org) or connecting to me on Facebook or Twitter. I’m dying to incorporate other people into these projects and make this a community-supported movement. Maybe you would like to learn to cross stitch? I’d come and teach you to cross stitch a wonderful “Homo Sweet Homo” for your or a friend’s house. Maybe you want to learn to bake peanut butter brownies? I’d come and we can make brownies together. Maybe you know how to knit and want to teach me? I’d bring the wine and my own rainbow knitting needles (no joke, I got them). Maybe you want to host a Domestigay salon? I’ll bring the gays and food, you show up. Maybe you have an awesome idea that is the apex of Domesigay? Tell me, we’ll make it happen. There are so many more ways to get involved but I am certain that this project should not exist in isolation. Activism and awareness starts through collaboration.
And yes, my boyfriend got out of the bad mood, came around, and, while didn’t vocally apologize, is apologizing in his own way by making me his famous protein-peanut butter-chocolate shake for breakfast.