Chris Swanson | Creative Director


Laughter is the Best Medicine

So it is something for a son to come out to their parents, but it's another when the parents (or dad specifically) can come to terms enough to be sending his son gay jokes. Not in a negative or demeaning way, but in a way that is meant as playful and in good fun. Thought I would share the joke that my father sent me years ago. It was a sign that things would be ok. From the sense of uncertainty, there was a hopeful light. A realization that things would all work out... but I digress...

"My flight was being served by an obviously gay flight attendant, who seemed to put everyone in a good mood as he served us food and drinks.

As the plane prepared to descend, he came swishing down the aisle and told us that "Captain Marvey has asked me to announce that he'll be landing the big scary plane shortly, so lovely people, if you could just put your trays up, that would be super."

On his trip back up the aisle, he noticed this well-dressed and rather Arabic looking woman hadn't moved a muscle. "Perhaps you didn't hear me over those big brute engines but I asked you to raise your trazy-poo, so the main man can pitty-pat us on the ground."

She calmly turned her head and said, "In my country, I am called a Princess and I take orders from no one."

To which (I swear) the flight attendant replied, without missing a

beat, "Well, sweet- cheeks, in my country I'm called a Queen, so I outrank you. Tray-up, Bitch."
Chris Swanson