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yenta-berry: supernovakgirl: You guys… It’s Ellen and Portia’s shoe closet. This is literally the cutest thing I have ever seen in my life. I want all of Ellen’s shoes. I asked Mom to get me this issue of Architectural Digest. My grandma got me a subscription last year and it literally JUST ran out a few months ago. Seriously they can’t be more adorable. IT’S NOT POSSIBLE. 

yenta-berry:

supernovakgirl:

You guys… It’s Ellen and Portia’s shoe closet. This is literally the cutest thing I have ever seen in my life. I want all of Ellen’s shoes.

I asked Mom to get me this issue of Architectural Digest. My grandma got me a subscription last year and it literally JUST ran out a few months ago. Seriously they can’t be more adorable. IT’S NOT POSSIBLE. 

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owlssayhooot: My mother and I decided it would be my mother’s responsibility to tell Gran that I was gay, since she was going to have to deal with the aftermath if Gran was unhappy about it, which we were almost certain she would be. After Ellen came out on her television show in 1997, Gran stopped watching it, saying that Ellen was “disgusting.” My mother, having come to LA for a visit with Ellen and me, was supposed to show Gran pictures of the two of us together: our house and our animals - our life. My mother told me that Gran took the news calmly. But to everyone’s surprise, when I sat in front of Gran to yell my hello, she asked me in a yell if I was dating. I yelled at her, “Gran, I’m with Ellen.” “Alan?” “El-len.” She looked horified.  “Oh Porshe. You’re not one of those!” I turned to my mother, panicked. “I thought you showed her pictures and explained everything to her!” My mother swiveled on the sofa to face Gran and yelled, “Gran! I told you Portia was living with Ellen.” “Yes,” she yelled back. “As roommates!” She looked perplexed and shook her head. “And all this time I was worried that that lesbian was hitting on my granddaughter!” Gran closed her eyes for about twenty seconds. There was complete silence. I was holding my breath. It was the longest, quietest twenty seconds of my life. “Well,” she said, opening her eyes and holding her arms out for a hug, “I love you just the same.” We never talked about my sexuality again, only about how happy my life was with Ellen. From changing the channel in disgust to being Ellen’s biggest fan and watching her talk show every day, Gran showed me that people can change, including me, as I was certain that a woman born in 1907 in a small town in rural Australia would never be able to accept me. I had judged her and assumed that she would feel as though I had shamed the family. But I was wrong. In the nursing home where she spent her final few months before passing away at age 102, she kept a framed photo of our wedding for all the staff to see on the nightstand next to her bed. She was proud to call Ellen her granddaughter.

owlssayhooot:

My mother and I decided it would be my mother’s responsibility to tell Gran that I was gay, since she was going to have to deal with the aftermath if Gran was unhappy about it, which we were almost certain she would be. After Ellen came out on her television show in 1997, Gran stopped watching it, saying that Ellen was “disgusting.” My mother, having come to LA for a visit with Ellen and me, was supposed to show Gran pictures of the two of us together: our house and our animals - our life. My mother told me that Gran took the news calmly. But to everyone’s surprise, when I sat in front of Gran to yell my hello, she asked me in a yell if I was dating. I yelled at her, “Gran, I’m with Ellen.”

“Alan?”

“El-len.”

She looked horified. 

“Oh Porshe. You’re not one of those!”

I turned to my mother, panicked. “I thought you showed her pictures and explained everything to her!” My mother swiveled on the sofa to face Gran and yelled, “Gran! I told you Portia was living with Ellen.”

“Yes,” she yelled back. “As roommates!” She looked perplexed and shook her head. “And all this time I was worried that that lesbian was hitting on my granddaughter!”

Gran closed her eyes for about twenty seconds. There was complete silence. I was holding my breath. It was the longest, quietest twenty seconds of my life.

“Well,” she said, opening her eyes and holding her arms out for a hug, “I love you just the same.” We never talked about my sexuality again, only about how happy my life was with Ellen. From changing the channel in disgust to being Ellen’s biggest fan and watching her talk show every day, Gran showed me that people can change, including me, as I was certain that a woman born in 1907 in a small town in rural Australia would never be able to accept me. I had judged her and assumed that she would feel as though I had shamed the family. But I was wrong. In the nursing home where she spent her final few months before passing away at age 102, she kept a framed photo of our wedding for all the staff to see on the nightstand next to her bed. She was proud to call Ellen her granddaughter.

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