I didn’t plan to come out tonight. I don’t have the money saved up to support myself through the HSC or the appropriate knowledge of our legal system to be kicked out. I just got so angry at the constant questioning about when I would get a boyfriend. Another side of me thinks the entire thing is ridiculous and that my parents shouldn’t have assumed that I’m straight (-travels to fantasy world for a moment-).
The Patriarch is one of the “I’m so reasonable that I don’t support slavery and think women should be able to use birth control” types. So he will still love** me anyway, even though he doesn’t support any same-sex rights. I think in some ways he is glad I’m a lesbian because that means I won’t have “real” sex with anyone. He thinks it is fine (-teeth grind-) if I become a lesbian vegetarian hippy, but thinks it is terrible that I don’t plan to wear a bra in uni. Given that I haven’t worn a bra in ages, this is a sign of both his general cluelessness and clinginess to beauty norms.
Mom did the whole “What I have done wrong?” crying thing. She thinks I’m a lesbian because it is politically correct (WTF?!) or because that’s what my evil feminist friends have told me I MUST do. She wants me to be a lesbian for the “right” reasons.
This wasn’t a choice. It just is.
Angsty woe angst. All that happiness is draining away in anticipation of all the awkward car rides ahead.
**Confess to owning me.