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New work. Scanner didn’t pick up the neon pink in some of the hearts, I think you can tell which ones. Anyway this is from my new series called “I wanna see her face.”
So my girlfriend met my mom for the first time this weekend. My mother has been having a hard time with the whole thing ever since I got together with Laura, even though I have been telling her that I like women for like 8 years. I figured that once she met her, she wouldn’t be able to push the issue aside anymore.
I was happily surprised to see that my mother behaved rather well. Obviously she doesn’t feel 100% comfortable yet, but she treated Laura as she has treated any friend I’ve introduced her to; Laura had to make a little effort to get my mother to talk to her about things that interested her, but once they started talking about common interests, everyone seemed to be at ease.
I really have to stop underestimating my family. First I thought that coming out to my Dad would be a big scary ordeal when in actuality he was the best person to come out to. Then I thought that my Mom was going to be nothing short of rude to my girlfriend when she acted very civil and pretty normal, for her.
The only thing my mom had to say about Laura that was in any way negative was that she doesn’t like her piercings. She said my dad said the same thing but “he would have said that about anyone, even a guy.” I know my mother doesn’t like piercings very much, she never has and she has known for a long time that I do like them, so BFG.
I just can’t wait until the day when my mom realizes that Laura and I are meant to be together and will be forever.
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Gone are the days when if you’re against the war you go and protest on the street. Protesting doesn’t stop wars anymore. Going to your gay pride rally is nice — it makes you feel good, but unfortunately we don’t live in that era anymore. The only way you can create social change is to insert yourself into the machine.”
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You don’t go around calling people microwave-users just because they consistently tend to use microwaves to heat food instead of the oven… Sometimes they might use the oven. Maybe never at all.
An act doesn’t reflect an identity upon that person unless someone makes that happen - the person, by choosing it for themselves, or society, for impressing it upon them.
EXACTLY. That’s why I hate discussions where people try to establish what someone else’s sexual orientation “really” is.
(Text reads: “There is no automatic or axiomatic relation between a particular sexual act and the identity of the person performing it.”)
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If someone had told me a year ago that my Dad would be so accepting of my “lifestyle” (as he calls it, which is fine to me), I would have been shocked and then proceeded to tell him right away, in person, that I’m gay.
He came to visit the other day and asked how my Mom is taking it all. I started to mention that I left a comment on her Facebook about the nearest PFLAG group and he immediately said, “Oh yeah the one in Brookside. I looked that up a long time ago.” I almost hugged him (we really only hug good-bye so that’s a big deal). I don’t know why he looked into it a while ago because I don’t think that he knew before I told him, but whether or not it had to do with me, just hearing that made me to happy that he is my dad.
It’s been years since I sent my Dad a Father’s Day card due to a fight we had on Father’s Day years ago, but this year I am definitely going to change that. He deserves a Father’s Year card.
![In High School I told my girl friends that I was bisexual. Most of them were weirded out by it. This is a picture of my [still] best friend and I. She was weirded out at the time, only to come out a few years later. Now we’re both openly gay as hell.
P.S. Not gay with each other, that’s gross.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kyiwx5m76v1qa8atqo1_500.jpg)
In High School I told my girl friends that I was bisexual. Most of them were weirded out by it. This is a picture of my [still] best friend and I. She was weirded out at the time, only to come out a few years later. Now we’re both openly gay as hell.
P.S. Not gay with each other, that’s gross.
