This is my first foray into contributing for MMP – and I’m coming in with a bang. By bang I mean I am delving into the not all together comfortable terrain of… incest.
The story I am about to share with you is a love story of horrifying proportions.
Meet Phil, 26 year old weirdo. He looks like one of those guys whose bedroom is like a smelly dark cave, where he plays PlayStation games for 22 out of the 24 hours of the day, filling himself on two minute noodles between slices of bread, whilst knocking back 10L of coca cola.
Now, if that wasn’t bad enough, Phil has decided to embark on a relationship, a forbidden relationship shunned by society, but perfectly OK to him and his nearest and dearest, his 72 year old nana, Pearl.
She’s not even hot.
As for her, we don’t even know if she’s got a good rack. She’s hidden it under her size 24 grey marl sweatshirt. As far as I can see she hasn’t even made an effort for her young stud, unflattering sweatshirt, grey locks, she really has let herself go.
I’m getting carried away. Looks aside, let’s reflect back on the fact these guys are BLOOD RELATIVES (I almost don’t need the capitals for emphasis. You get the point).
These two have decided to declare their love and face backlash internationally by making their story public by doing an interview for NZ’s New Idea magazine. Instead of paraphrasing, I am just gonna copy and paste this word for word – it sort of speaks for itself…
Pearl Carter is positively glowing with joy. She has a handsome new boyfriend, is enjoying an active sex life after many years of celibacy and, amazingly, is preparing to become a mother again. But the retired grandmother isn’t carrying the baby herself. She and her young lover have spent a staggering $54,000 hiring a surrogate to help them with their dreams of having a child.
What makes Pearl’s decision to become a mum again even more shocking is that her new boyfriend is her biological grandson, 26-year-old Phil Bailey. Phil is the son of Pearl’s daughter Lynette Bailey, and the pair is braving public horror and even prison by breaking one of the last taboos – incest. Phil adds, ‘I love Pearl with all my heart. I’ve always been attracted to older women and I think Pearl is gorgeous. Now I’m going to be a dad and I can’t wait. ‘Yes, we get laughed at and bullied when we go out and kiss in public but we don’t care. You can’t help who you fall for.’
Yes you fucking can. You can DEFINITELY stop yourself falling in love with your nan. Pearl goes on to say (and I’m warning you here – if you have a strong gag reflex you’re gonna need some charcoal or something medicated so you don’t vomit on your keyboard)…
‘From the first moment that I saw him, I knew we would never have a grandmother-grandson relationship,’ Pearl remembers happily. ‘For the first time in years I felt sexually alive. Living with Phil as my life partner has been amazing. He cooks and cleans and we make love three times a week. We can’t keep our hands off each other.’
Oh good god. “Sexually alive”, the mental images that this scene conjures up are terrifying. Especially if she keeps those glasses on.
They both then go on to say that they have stumbled across this (here) piece of literature that justifies the whole sordid relationship. Apparently they suffer from a condition called GSA (Genetic Sexual Attraction)… (um, that must have taken the psychiatrists AAAAGES to think of)… I read the article, so I wouldn’t be completely ignorant, and I guess there was the valid point that when you’re estranged from a relative, and miss out on normal bonding urges that take place during childhood, you become sexualised when the bonding occurs as adults. But just because it can be explained – doesn’t make it OK, right!?
Bit of a moral conundrum here – perhaps the worst thing about this is the fact that they are bringing an innocent child into the mix. The stigma of having a Mum who’s also your Great Grandma and a Dad, that’s what? Your nephew?…
One can’t help but notice “the pair spent the first week shopping, bowling and eating out.” What an unfortunate choice of words.
Brilliant article, by the way. The writer is definitely on his or her way to a Pulitzer Prize.
Contender for best sentence in an article posted on MMP 2010:
“As for her, we don’t even know if she’s got a good rack. She’s hidden it under her size 24 grey marl sweatshirt. ”
I think so.
What a great well written story – completely captures the revoltingness of the situation. Yeeeekkk – how much weirder can the world get?????
So…what you’re saying is that it’s not ok that I sometimes hook up with my brother? But…we’re usually drunk..and he’s really hot. So that’s ok right…..right?
Is this the desperate and dateless site? – Can you get me their number? I’m into long walks on the beach, quilting pillows, and saggy old genitals in my mouth.
“she’s not even hot”… pretty much straight to the point, no beating around the bush. Great article about a topic no one really wants to believe really happened. I mean, ew!!!!