Homosexuals and dreams
My sister had her boss Rose and her friend over and we were all getting ready to watch a movie but then Rose realized my brother was there so, as my household is a little funny, Rose asked my dad if it would be alright for John to watch a rated R movie with us. He asked why was it rated R. The answer was sexual content. My dad asked "Homosexual content?" When he found out it was graphic hetero sex he still didn't want john to watch it, and then got rather extremely angry when he realized that we were going to watch it after they all went to bed. Wonder why I haven't come out to my dad yet? Wonder no more. He says "homosexual" in one of those ways where the person can barely handle the word so it sounds lurid and slippery. I hate the way he says that. I want to yell "QUEER! Queer is a better word!" everytime.
Onto the next subject
A couple of nights ago I had a dream. I didn't remember it till I went to bed the following night, and as I was too lazy to write it down I called my voice mail and left it on my cell phone.
I was in the suite again. But it was in a fairy tale. I mean the suite located in a huge castle, the kind you see in Shrek or most Disney movies. Something or another happened and I was the princess that married the Handsome Prince. I was so happy to marry the Prince because it got me out of the suite. There were jealous murmurs about me all over the castle but I just was happy to be able to live somewhere else. Especially as I now lived higher in the castle, in the main royal living area which was kick ass. I has a beautiful shimmery gown on and white slippers and I looked very princess like. Now that I was married to the prince I considered it my duty to find out what the people felt and needed so that I could help rule the country sucessfully. So I floated beautifully (in my flowing gown) down to a lower balcony in the castle which happened to be my old suite. They all out on the balcony so I asked them my question. They wouldn't give me a straight answer. Everything they said was twisted and wrong and the more time I spent there the unhappier I was. So I decided that visiting them was a rather bad idea so I went back to my new happy home and they left my thoughts. I decided to take a shower to wash the stench of that place off of me ... gah, visitors, will finish this post later.
Onto the next subject
A couple of nights ago I had a dream. I didn't remember it till I went to bed the following night, and as I was too lazy to write it down I called my voice mail and left it on my cell phone.
I was in the suite again. But it was in a fairy tale. I mean the suite located in a huge castle, the kind you see in Shrek or most Disney movies. Something or another happened and I was the princess that married the Handsome Prince. I was so happy to marry the Prince because it got me out of the suite. There were jealous murmurs about me all over the castle but I just was happy to be able to live somewhere else. Especially as I now lived higher in the castle, in the main royal living area which was kick ass. I has a beautiful shimmery gown on and white slippers and I looked very princess like. Now that I was married to the prince I considered it my duty to find out what the people felt and needed so that I could help rule the country sucessfully. So I floated beautifully (in my flowing gown) down to a lower balcony in the castle which happened to be my old suite. They all out on the balcony so I asked them my question. They wouldn't give me a straight answer. Everything they said was twisted and wrong and the more time I spent there the unhappier I was. So I decided that visiting them was a rather bad idea so I went back to my new happy home and they left my thoughts. I decided to take a shower to wash the stench of that place off of me ... gah, visitors, will finish this post later.