Someone is a visitor; someone else is visited.
Understanding that Yukon and Bumble’s bedroom is their former living room, you can see why they might also entertain friends and guests there. Anyone with a studio apartment might know what I’m talking about too, as your bedroom is the living room and kitchen too. But doesn’t this remind you of when you were living with your folks? When I was a teen, having friends over meant having them in my bedroom. It was the only place with privacy, and it felt too formal to meet “in the parlor” (I never had one of those anyway!) or in the living room. We wanted to be able to talk to each other, laugh, look at my Stuff (comics, art, computer). Okay, technically I had no friends in high school, and no one came over to see me, but YOU all did, right? My brothers and sister had them—and they all met in their bedrooms. And from watching TV, I know this is what kids do—they live in their bedrooms with their friends.
Here is a hairy fairy seated comfortably in the garden-gloved hand of Yukon. (As you might remember, there were a few ginger-bearded fairies with red butterfly wings in my fairy paintings from last year). He’s come over to chat. If you also recall, these fairies are in a special place that doesn’t connect well to the rest of the world, and they were also afraid that they might get lost if they ever left their own protected garden. But sometimes it takes a brave soul to try— and be the explorer, see what is out there, and then attempt to get back. Sort of a Fairy’s Hero’s Journey!
Who said there were only two stories in the world: someone comes to town, someone leaves town? (I know Cory Doctorow has a novel by that name!) Someone gets a visitor, someone is a visitor. While I may not have had many visitors growing up or later–I have been a visitor many times. Let me tell you how much joy there is in visiting someone at their home. (I miss it. COVID sucks. )
I am so grateful to have been invited into so many homes, so many living rooms, given coffee or water or tea or pop, or food, and had great conversation for hours. I know the most amazing people! I always felt welcome. I always felt loved. I feel very blessed to know good people. I like being able to see people in their “natural habitat.” LOL. We don’t get to decorate the outside world much–or put in it what we would enjoy–but a home, and a bedroom especially, is very reflective of the individuals who live there. (I’ve barely tapped what is actually IN Yukon’s and Bumble’s bedroom/living room besides a HUGE bed, some chairs, dresser, and some paintings done by Bumble. I didn’t see much of Yukon in there… I need to talk to them about being a bit more even-handed in the way they decorate!) You can tell a lot about a person by what they have in their living room–and what they have in their bedroom? Are they different things? Since the bedroom is usually more private–what do we have in there for decor? As a teen, of course, your bedroom always reflected you–posters of your favorite movies, crushes, heroes, musicians.
What is in your bedroom that reflects you? (I move so much and live with so many people that lately I have not had a bedroom that reflects me as much..,) When I had a bedroom, I did have paintings that I made in it. I also had paintings by other people. I also have a special “chest” of what I think of as sacred pieces— little things that have meant a lot to me over the years that I collected in one place… gifts others have given to me, or little things that remind me of them. I keep them all in a special little chest I picked up in a Tuesday Morning once. It is made, I think, for a young girl and it has written on it DREAMS, ADVENTURE, with clouds and maps and things in purple and pink and cream—but I liked it! lol. This chest though, meant that I could make my Room MOBILE. I could always put my “things” in my new room, wherever I was, and make it feel like me for whatever time I was there.
I hope this fairy has a great time visiting Yukon and Bumble and that they can show him how to get back “home” so he doesn’t have to think of visiting others as the consolation for never having a home again. I would love for him to tell the others that it’s possible–if they want–to leave and come back again.
I hope one day to have a home where people come and visit me, so that I can return the favor of being the guest, the visitor, in so many other places. I hope to see you all again soon. I also hope YOU have visitors who come to you and give you joy. I hope you are visitors to others to bring your joy to them. I hope you entertain and are entertained this holiday season. I hope you know what it is to be the guest, to be the host, and to savor both those opportunities to know other people. Love generously. Befriend hugely. Spread love and joy. We need to spread something good this year.
Maybe it was that Yukon was very burly, and I was attracted to him, or even attracted to the kind of man he represented–a big “bear”. He seemed like a better version of a male hero than I had previously encountered. Though he had a gun, I don’t think he ever shot it. He was practical, helpful, encouraging. He had a lot of knowledge about Abominable Snowmonsters! And he was much more interested in saving people than in killing monsters. In the end, because Bumbles bounce!–Yukon and Bumble somehow come to an understanding. Bumble is just another misfit that needs to find his right place… and he does, next to the Christmas tree. 
There’s a sweet flashfiction piece by Charles Payseur on Flashfiction Online that highlights something awesome about LGBT writing today. It deserves a read and a shout out. 
Bear Witness 