We went to an afternoon party hosted by a friend. While there was a few gay guys there and maybe a straight person or two, most of the guests were dykes. I am not a great party person but I quite enjoyed the party. I chatted to various women who wear sensible shoes and even some of the same persuasion who wear heels. Afternoon parties suit me so much better. Funnily, or presciently, quite a good bit of the conversation was about elderly parents and the care for them. Given the party was hosted by a dyke who is going to have her parents move in with her, and the party was kind of her last freedom party, to talk about ageing parents was not that strange. R's volunteer work is with the elderly and one person at the party worked in aged care. Her eighty plus year old parents jet off to Hawaii and then drive from the airport to Trentham. My eighty year plus mother doesn't leave her house unless one of her children or carers take her out. I certainly gave my input into the discussion of ageing parents.
One gay man we met at the party proclaimed that orthodox Jews have sex with a sheet in between their bodies. That is, the man covers the woman with a sheet that has a hole in an appropriate place.
I had not heard of this and I was immediately suspicious about this suggestion and then that it could be repeated endlessly until it is believed.
Having just skimmed through the sex manual for ultra orthodox Jews, it is essentially a myth. Maybe a weirdo orthodox Jewish couple do that, but as far as I can see, not. It goes against human nature to not have skin to skin contact and human nature will win over every time.
The dyke friend is an excellent cook and we ate well and had some left over home cooked stir fry for a light dinner later.
Today, Tuesday, we journeyed to Victoria Gardens, first by train, via a rather nice Victoria Street cafe for brunch that we have come to like. We looked at some furniture in Freedom that we can't afford. R bought a calico jumper hanger for his wardrobe to replace his worn out 14 year old one. Back in town, I bought an advent calendar for Little Jo at Chocolate Box. I bought myself some coconut ice and R bought a gift of a small bag of chocolates for a friend. I told R to not 'do a Grace' and eat the chocolate bought for someone else, and to keep it for sending.
The subject line is debunking myths. No matter how many times I tell Mother, a cold is caused by a virus that you catch from another person, she still insists you catch a cold if you are out in the cold, especially if your hair is wet or if you get caught in a rain shower. If you have a baby, you must superheat the child to stop it getting a cold virus.