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Do not read this if you have objections to my being furious, indignant, and at some points downright blind with rage.
My roommate has a girlfriend. This, we discussed in the last entry; I have already explained that this girlfriend makes Amanda happier than anything else ever has.
My roommate also has a closet--a deep one in which she hides. She put out a story about some imaginary boyfriend named "Ben" so that she could push herself deeper into the closet and hide there from two people (because she doesn't hide from anyone else).
My roommate has a mother who saw through her story and pried the truth out of her.
Amanda's mother yanked her out of work, threatened her girlfriend with physical violence, and said that Amanda had a mental illness and was ruining her life and was too young to make decisions that would condemn her forever and that she would never find a man if she insisted on thinking that she liked women.
I suppose actually being a lesbian doesn't happen, does it?
Amanda's mother all but said that her daughter needed to go have sex with a man RIGHT NOW so that she would understand that she was really, actually straight.
When Amanda told her father the story, her father went to the bathroom to throw up and didn't come back out for five minutes.
Amanda's mother insists that it was college that made her daughter behave like a deviant--that it was those liberal influences, or maybe it was Molly, or maybe it was me. Whatever. She says that her daughter needs to hang around "strong, healthy" people and to find the right man. To find a man her age. Because a college senior and a high-school senior are on the same intellectual level, you know, and the boy would be perfect for her
Amanda's mother doesn't want her coming back to Marietta College in the fall. Perhaps not for a year; perhaps never. Because being trapped at home, under constant surveillance by your parents as though you're a freak show, will make you more likely to meet great, healthy, strong, homophobic high-school seniors.
I could break something right now, but I won't. Because I have restraint, and reserve, and above all power underneath those steel bands.
Woe to the world if I unchain myself--but woe most particularly to Amanda's mother.
Love to Amanda, who needs it so, so much right now.
My roommate has a girlfriend. This, we discussed in the last entry; I have already explained that this girlfriend makes Amanda happier than anything else ever has.
My roommate also has a closet--a deep one in which she hides. She put out a story about some imaginary boyfriend named "Ben" so that she could push herself deeper into the closet and hide there from two people (because she doesn't hide from anyone else).
My roommate has a mother who saw through her story and pried the truth out of her.
Amanda's mother yanked her out of work, threatened her girlfriend with physical violence, and said that Amanda had a mental illness and was ruining her life and was too young to make decisions that would condemn her forever and that she would never find a man if she insisted on thinking that she liked women.
I suppose actually being a lesbian doesn't happen, does it?
Amanda's mother all but said that her daughter needed to go have sex with a man RIGHT NOW so that she would understand that she was really, actually straight.
When Amanda told her father the story, her father went to the bathroom to throw up and didn't come back out for five minutes.
Amanda's mother insists that it was college that made her daughter behave like a deviant--that it was those liberal influences, or maybe it was Molly, or maybe it was me. Whatever. She says that her daughter needs to hang around "strong, healthy" people and to find the right man. To find a man her age. Because a college senior and a high-school senior are on the same intellectual level, you know, and the boy would be perfect for her
Amanda's mother doesn't want her coming back to Marietta College in the fall. Perhaps not for a year; perhaps never. Because being trapped at home, under constant surveillance by your parents as though you're a freak show, will make you more likely to meet great, healthy, strong, homophobic high-school seniors.
I could break something right now, but I won't. Because I have restraint, and reserve, and above all power underneath those steel bands.
Woe to the world if I unchain myself--but woe most particularly to Amanda's mother.
Love to Amanda, who needs it so, so much right now.