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I had a conversation with my dad tonight about my career and my future and my homosexuality.
His perspective is really odd. He has this whole old generation Italian thing going on- if you don't have children then you might as well be dead.
He said that 'the type of people I will be mixing with' have no concept of responsibility or working towards something and so on because they don't have the goal of marriage and children.
'It will be harder for you....most people aren't ok with it.'
A general sense of homosexuality as a disability and so on.
'See, if you were...normal...'
By the left wing, gay arts student standard i know he is saying all the wrong things and that i could attempt to knock him down with some vague babble that i could extract from a unit reader for a unit that has a phrase for its name like, um, 'text and gender and why we minorities are alright.'
But half of me couldn't be bothered. And i wasn't sure how much of it I actually didn't believe in myself. I didn't necessarily feel the need to defend anything.
I understood how few expectations and opinions I have and I wondered when that happened to me or if I have always been like that.
And part of me was sort of excited to be arguing with him and having a conversation with him.
His perspective is really odd. He has this whole old generation Italian thing going on- if you don't have children then you might as well be dead.
He said that 'the type of people I will be mixing with' have no concept of responsibility or working towards something and so on because they don't have the goal of marriage and children.
'It will be harder for you....most people aren't ok with it.'
A general sense of homosexuality as a disability and so on.
'See, if you were...normal...'
By the left wing, gay arts student standard i know he is saying all the wrong things and that i could attempt to knock him down with some vague babble that i could extract from a unit reader for a unit that has a phrase for its name like, um, 'text and gender and why we minorities are alright.'
But half of me couldn't be bothered. And i wasn't sure how much of it I actually didn't believe in myself. I didn't necessarily feel the need to defend anything.
I understood how few expectations and opinions I have and I wondered when that happened to me or if I have always been like that.
And part of me was sort of excited to be arguing with him and having a conversation with him.