I am writing this to you.
I know this may come off as kind of random, but i'm really glad i'm friends with other queer people.
At my dad's wedding, i wore a shirt and a tie- which wasn't that bad, i thought, because at least i wasn't wearing a suit. I'm so sick of being stared down by curious conservatives.. I'm proud of being queer, and I don't mind being a dyke, or being one of a few.. and i don't mind being the token dyke with my straight friends.. I just hate being the token dyke with family.
No one in my family cares that i'm gay.. but it is so irritating when they ask questions like.. "how do you know you like girls?" (my stepdad), "But why do you have to have hairy armpits?" (my mom), or "Do you really think that leg hair on other girls is attractive?" (my stepdad). Or "yeah nikki's gay.. she's dating Lance Bass." Yeah, it's kinda funny, but it's also really frustrating when your family has nothing better to talk about than your sexuality. or gender politics.
I just really enjoy being able to hang out with the queer kids in santa cruz, drink a beer, and talk about something other than how gay we are.
And when i think about all of you guys going home and having the same types of conversations with your families, it makes me feel better. I picture you being the token queer at a Christmas (or Chanukkah) and I don't feel that annoyed of my family..
My sister told my grandma that I had a girlfriend. Gillian came over. We were affectionate. You'd think she would figure it out... The other day, my mom went over to her house and she came out of her room and the first thing she said was .. "is my granddaughter gay??" she is hilarious- she doesn't care, and she was just curious.. how dense can you be!? She was mad no one told her.. hello.. Last time I checked i looked gay enough not to have to tell people.
Anyway, long story short, I'm just really thankful that I have you guys, even if we aren't best friends. you know who you are.
At my dad's wedding, i wore a shirt and a tie- which wasn't that bad, i thought, because at least i wasn't wearing a suit. I'm so sick of being stared down by curious conservatives.. I'm proud of being queer, and I don't mind being a dyke, or being one of a few.. and i don't mind being the token dyke with my straight friends.. I just hate being the token dyke with family.
No one in my family cares that i'm gay.. but it is so irritating when they ask questions like.. "how do you know you like girls?" (my stepdad), "But why do you have to have hairy armpits?" (my mom), or "Do you really think that leg hair on other girls is attractive?" (my stepdad). Or "yeah nikki's gay.. she's dating Lance Bass." Yeah, it's kinda funny, but it's also really frustrating when your family has nothing better to talk about than your sexuality. or gender politics.
I just really enjoy being able to hang out with the queer kids in santa cruz, drink a beer, and talk about something other than how gay we are.
And when i think about all of you guys going home and having the same types of conversations with your families, it makes me feel better. I picture you being the token queer at a Christmas (or Chanukkah) and I don't feel that annoyed of my family..
My sister told my grandma that I had a girlfriend. Gillian came over. We were affectionate. You'd think she would figure it out... The other day, my mom went over to her house and she came out of her room and the first thing she said was .. "is my granddaughter gay??" she is hilarious- she doesn't care, and she was just curious.. how dense can you be!? She was mad no one told her.. hello.. Last time I checked i looked gay enough not to have to tell people.
Anyway, long story short, I'm just really thankful that I have you guys, even if we aren't best friends. you know who you are.