I Guess I'm Pregnant
Libby and I are walking in the mall, talking about our senior trip. We mention P-town and this woman hears us. She starts telling us about how P-town is Gay Town and that she would know because she goes once a week every summer because she is a lesbian. Suddenly, she looks over at me and says "You look pregnant." She sounded like she was stoned off her mind, but it still annoyed me that someone would say something like that.
Anyway, we depart from this woman and make a story out of my pregnancy. This is the story:
I am a stoner lesbian. I was impregnated by a gay man's sperm. Libby is my lesbian lover. Our child will be homosexual because it's parents are gay. My dad is gay and my mother is bisexual, which is why I am a lesbian. The child will be named Rainbow Blossom Child Sprite Rowe, taking the name of her butch mother.
That is my story. It's not meant to offend anyone. Just something we made up after a rude comment.
Anyway, we depart from this woman and make a story out of my pregnancy. This is the story:
I am a stoner lesbian. I was impregnated by a gay man's sperm. Libby is my lesbian lover. Our child will be homosexual because it's parents are gay. My dad is gay and my mother is bisexual, which is why I am a lesbian. The child will be named Rainbow Blossom Child Sprite Rowe, taking the name of her butch mother.
That is my story. It's not meant to offend anyone. Just something we made up after a rude comment.