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There are conversations you just never, ever want to have when driving a car.
The one about your girlfriend, with your Republican, Texan father...that'd be one of them.
Any conversation that begins with, "Amy, are you sure that this is a good idea...", that, I can assure you, is a conversation guaranteed to almost make you wreck the car, scare your baby son awake, and make you want to pull over long enough to beat your hands against the wheel in anger.
I love my daddy to bits, I really do, but there's a reason I don't live at home anymore. Well, ok, there's more than the one.
I love Alyson. Period. I don't rightly give a damn who knows it, and if it does any damage to my career, well...then it isn't what it should be, is it? Portia DeRossi survived being outed. I can too, if it comes to that.
And let's not even start on the marriage issue, like Daddy did. Sometimes, two people who love each other don't need a fucking peice of paper to tell them that they love each other. They already know, dammit.
The one about your girlfriend, with your Republican, Texan father...that'd be one of them.
Any conversation that begins with, "Amy, are you sure that this is a good idea...", that, I can assure you, is a conversation guaranteed to almost make you wreck the car, scare your baby son awake, and make you want to pull over long enough to beat your hands against the wheel in anger.
I love my daddy to bits, I really do, but there's a reason I don't live at home anymore. Well, ok, there's more than the one.
I love Alyson. Period. I don't rightly give a damn who knows it, and if it does any damage to my career, well...then it isn't what it should be, is it? Portia DeRossi survived being outed. I can too, if it comes to that.
And let's not even start on the marriage issue, like Daddy did. Sometimes, two people who love each other don't need a fucking peice of paper to tell them that they love each other. They already know, dammit.