things could get worse, but i really would prefer they get better instead
Gah.
I hate it when things compound . . . so, first the good: for those few who don’t know it yet, I am actually in a steady, healthy relationship for the first time. His name is travis, he is studying electrical engineering, and is a lot of fun. He is really shy in groups, but he is really sweet and funny.
So that’s the good
The bad- -my dad and I aren’t speaking
-My moms wedding photos turned out shit, because the lighting was inadequate and I didn’t know how to use my flash properly
-My changeling game is falling apart, because my joint storyteller and one of the players have dropped out without warning
-My marks are likely to be shit, but I don’t know yet
-The opera is due to open at the end of the month and I have only a rudimentary grasp of the score
-I keep missing my driving lessons by forgetting their dates
-I can’t seem to find work
So ya, things kinda suck right now
Oh, I almost forgot, the crowning shit on the pile: last night Travis, Lynette and I were bashed in the underground. Yah, loads of fun. What happened was that a group of guys in thug-tacular bullshit clothing sat behind us as we were finishing the meal, and I had my arm around Travis’ shoulders. So they start spouting bullshit in less-than-subtle tones, and so I throw a bit of a gauntlet and kiss Travis. This elicits an uproar of ‘did-you-see-that?’ and ‘oh my god its disgusting’. ‘You shouldn’t do that in public’. Etc. I turn and glare, the ringleader says ‘ya, I’m talking about you’, I wave and turn my back, extending to him the universal salute. They get louder and louder, and I see Mike, the bouncer at the underground who used to be my roommate. I yell for him, and quickly explain that the gentlemen behind us need to leave. He gets them out without a question, and that was the whole of it.
So, no one was hurt, and it ended well for us, but it was fucking scary for me. It’s the first time I have EVER encountered discrimination. I’ve been very lucky till then, and so it really shook me. I’m ok, and so are Lynette and Travis (of course realistically, I should never have worried; Lynette could have killed them all without breaking a sweat, but still . . .)
I hate it when things compound . . . so, first the good: for those few who don’t know it yet, I am actually in a steady, healthy relationship for the first time. His name is travis, he is studying electrical engineering, and is a lot of fun. He is really shy in groups, but he is really sweet and funny.
So that’s the good
The bad- -my dad and I aren’t speaking
-My moms wedding photos turned out shit, because the lighting was inadequate and I didn’t know how to use my flash properly
-My changeling game is falling apart, because my joint storyteller and one of the players have dropped out without warning
-My marks are likely to be shit, but I don’t know yet
-The opera is due to open at the end of the month and I have only a rudimentary grasp of the score
-I keep missing my driving lessons by forgetting their dates
-I can’t seem to find work
So ya, things kinda suck right now
Oh, I almost forgot, the crowning shit on the pile: last night Travis, Lynette and I were bashed in the underground. Yah, loads of fun. What happened was that a group of guys in thug-tacular bullshit clothing sat behind us as we were finishing the meal, and I had my arm around Travis’ shoulders. So they start spouting bullshit in less-than-subtle tones, and so I throw a bit of a gauntlet and kiss Travis. This elicits an uproar of ‘did-you-see-that?’ and ‘oh my god its disgusting’. ‘You shouldn’t do that in public’. Etc. I turn and glare, the ringleader says ‘ya, I’m talking about you’, I wave and turn my back, extending to him the universal salute. They get louder and louder, and I see Mike, the bouncer at the underground who used to be my roommate. I yell for him, and quickly explain that the gentlemen behind us need to leave. He gets them out without a question, and that was the whole of it.
So, no one was hurt, and it ended well for us, but it was fucking scary for me. It’s the first time I have EVER encountered discrimination. I’ve been very lucky till then, and so it really shook me. I’m ok, and so are Lynette and Travis (of course realistically, I should never have worried; Lynette could have killed them all without breaking a sweat, but still . . .)