flashback
it kinda sucks that i don't have my journal from last year...the actual one...m's got it @ the moment
went out w/the parents, tonight. taco mac...not what it used to be. the waitress was a little too attentive to me & i had the following horrific technicolor flashback...
picture it, georgia 2003...i had just returned to my hometown of "smur-nah" from the beautiful quaint-tropolis of athens...i was in the beginning stages of a transition & i was not amused. i'm out dining w/my parents; the restaurant of choice for the evening was taco mac. the food was good & the service was decent. check comes, & i'm teachin' my parents how to tip decently...as i'm figuring up the bill...
my dad states, "give her twenty dollars!"
excuse me? -- "huh?!?"
"she's cute, give her twenty dollars!!"
i'm sorry, did you get a lap dance when i went to the bathroom? -- "i'm not giving her a twenty dollar tip!"
"but she's cute"
ok, 1st off...were i straight, i wouldn't be so desperate as to give someone a $20 tip on a meal that didn't even total out at that much...2ndly, if i were lead to believe that someone felt i needed a $20 incentive to give them my number i'd be fuckin' pissed off...do i look like a whore?? (that's rhetorical, don't answer that) -- "i'm not going to insult her by giving her a $20 tip"
"why not?? you should ask her out"
at this point i turned to my mother who was silently praying as fast as she could to god & pleading w/me not to make a scene...i was good -- "look, we're not going to discuss this, now. let's go."
the subject never really came back up b/n my father & i...my mother, later in private, made the comment, "you know, your dad's not as open-minded as i am..." yeh, too bad this facade crumbled weeks later as my mother high-stepped around her kitchen chanting "i'm gay! i'm gay!" which is how she perceived me to be once i set foot outside their door...afterall, i am THE gay
8 coming-outs later...here we are, incidentless for 7 months
went out w/the parents, tonight. taco mac...not what it used to be. the waitress was a little too attentive to me & i had the following horrific technicolor flashback...
picture it, georgia 2003...i had just returned to my hometown of "smur-nah" from the beautiful quaint-tropolis of athens...i was in the beginning stages of a transition & i was not amused. i'm out dining w/my parents; the restaurant of choice for the evening was taco mac. the food was good & the service was decent. check comes, & i'm teachin' my parents how to tip decently...as i'm figuring up the bill...
my dad states, "give her twenty dollars!"
excuse me? -- "huh?!?"
"she's cute, give her twenty dollars!!"
i'm sorry, did you get a lap dance when i went to the bathroom? -- "i'm not giving her a twenty dollar tip!"
"but she's cute"
ok, 1st off...were i straight, i wouldn't be so desperate as to give someone a $20 tip on a meal that didn't even total out at that much...2ndly, if i were lead to believe that someone felt i needed a $20 incentive to give them my number i'd be fuckin' pissed off...do i look like a whore?? (that's rhetorical, don't answer that) -- "i'm not going to insult her by giving her a $20 tip"
"why not?? you should ask her out"
at this point i turned to my mother who was silently praying as fast as she could to god & pleading w/me not to make a scene...i was good -- "look, we're not going to discuss this, now. let's go."
the subject never really came back up b/n my father & i...my mother, later in private, made the comment, "you know, your dad's not as open-minded as i am..." yeh, too bad this facade crumbled weeks later as my mother high-stepped around her kitchen chanting "i'm gay! i'm gay!" which is how she perceived me to be once i set foot outside their door...afterall, i am THE gay
8 coming-outs later...here we are, incidentless for 7 months