"Consent Is Sexy"
This is just quick to update on, and expland beyond the previous two posts.
- First up: Mom fit into a SIZE FOUR dress from the Gap on Sunday. And looked EXELENT in it! I mean, REALLY good in it! A SIZE FUCKING FOUR! She's never been a four IN HER LIFE. Even as a teen, she was around an eight at her smallest, I think, judging from pictures, tens for a long time after that. She was stunned.
The day before she had been complaininga bout not wanting to lose those last five pounds, 'coz she wouldn't go down in size, but it would produce extra skin (that's what happens with Gastric Bipass). After this, I told her she's not alowed to lose those last five pounds. That's just rediculas.
- Second up: Mom has a date! An honest to god, they met on-line, and he's takeing her out for wine and swing dancing date tomorrow night! And there's another guy who is looking close to asking her out. And a few more who are noseing around, too. And she already checked, unlike the guy who took her out for an impromtu cup of coffee after meeting her at the store, none of these guys are Ramspters or follow JZ Knight in any way. And after hearing a story about the recent dating exeprience of a mom of my friend ::coughs::, She will be asking each of them, "Are you now, or have you ever been a Catholic priest?" on my advice. She dosn't think it will be nessicarry, but then again, neither did my friend's mom until, well....a fair bit after they'd been dateing. (and I am snickering so hard over that even now, Sorry, sweetie! But at least I'm keeping it all veague, so as long as you don't get all snarkey in comments, no one will know who your mom is. hehehehehe She is now a Teaching Story. Sorry. hehehehehehe)
Updates on the Mom Dateing Front to follow.
- Third up: Mom and I went to the Stonewall Youth Drag Show on Sat evening. Stonewall Youth is the local LGBT Youth Support center, and a very very good one, too, one we both support (and one I do wish had been around when I was younger, though my outing was by far the gentelest and most natural of anyone I know). Since it's a YOUTH Group, their Drag Shows are actualy shows, they do plays. This year was Queer Side Story, with the Sharks and the Jets instead split into Drag Kings (wemon dressed as men) and Drag Queens (men dressed as wemen). The acting was...well, they're teens. You go there to support them, and raise funds, not because you expect an off-broadway show with NPH hosting.
We had to leave at intermission, sadly. Not because of the acting, but becasue of the volume. Someone had the bright idea to turn all the speekers up to 11, no matter what song was playing. And as a result, Mom and I were both in some bad headache pain even before they reached the first of the Lady Gaga songs. But we did stay long enough for two of the actors to say: "Can I hold your hand?" / "Yeah. You asked..." / "Of course. Consent is sexy."
The croud cheered WHILDLY!! I wanted to stand up and wolf wistel and possibly throw something sparkly on stage. But they clearly wern't expecting that much of a reaction, so the actors tried to keep going, so everyone quieted down so as to hear what they were saying.
That line... For me, I associate it a lot with the recent Warnings Wars on LJ and such, but it's a much older slogan...but...it got forgotten for so long! And now to hear it...in a YOUTH group orginization! And for it to be said happily, and casualy, and proudly, and WELCOMED SO COMPLEATLY!
Guys, I felt a little teary when that settled into my brain a few minutes later. Mom toatly didn't get it, that was never a part of her culture, but it was a part of mine. It's absence was a part of mine. And so now to have it again, a part of the next genoration's culture...that's....that's wonderful.
Consent is Sexy. Say it with me, people, and say it proud: CONSENT IS SEXEY!!!
Okay, moving on...
- Fourth up: Joe finaly came by to fix the front door he fucked up when he put it in, and then contenued to fuck up trying to fix it. After what he said to Mom when they went to court last week to sign the devorce papers, the plan had been for me to go to him, and tell him some very important, clear cut words on what a FUCKTARD he is, and that my opinions are MY OWN, not my mom's, and he needs to FUCK THE FUCK OFF LIKE THE FUCKER HE'S PROVEN HIMSELF TO BE.
However, as a consiquence of the Drag Show speekers, I had a terrible migrane the last two days. So when he didn't come on Sunday at all like was planed, and then I didn't fall asleep 'til about 8am Monday morning, and was woken up an hour later to him pounding nails right over my head...well, needless to say, any improvement on my migrane went right away again. I couldn't even walk across the room, let alone go upstairs to yell at him. Even getting out of the house was not an option, I couldn't get outta bed. So instead, I took more sleeping pills, turned my music up, put in my ear plugs, and on my eye mask and tried my best to sleep though him pounding shit and sawing for six stright hours. After he stopped, I finaly got some real sleep, and when I woke up again, he was long gone.
So once again, the confrontation has been put on hold. I don't like it, but it'll have to do for now. Until this headache goes down, or at least until the insessent pounding stops, he'll have to wait to be schooled. If I have to go over to HIS hosue and confront him there, I may need backup with me. So heads up to my local peeps? Maybe? I can't and won't ask my sibblings to do it, they have to deal with him in their own times, and I won't pull them in when this part of the deal is mine. But I may put a call out to people free some day soon to just be in the car with me when I go to his rental and lay down some clear, hard, cold facts. And then drive me away so I don't crash into a tree or something, and ruin my dramatic exit.
- So to sum up: Mom looks HOT. She's going on a Date. And no matter who you are, who you're dating, or how hot you look, say it with me folks:
CONSENT IS SEXY
WHOO HOOO! And good night.