Downtown Henderson, July 04th. People milling the downtown streets, heedless of the odd vehicle passing through, the drivers white-knuckled and tense, weaving through a crowd that just doesn't care. We stick to the sidewalk and find a curb at the corner of Third and Water that looks fine for sitting
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My relationship with Amanté isn't something I've actively tried to hide from my family, but it's not something I'd ever addressed with them directly, either. I assumed they'd probably figure it out, since he's friends with all of them on Facebook and they're privy to all our public exchanges. But! We have several mutual friends who never noticed and were surprised when I told them. People can be surprisingly unperceptive.
I know my family to be a little more on the conservative side when it comes to this sort of thing, so I was nervous and hesitant to broach the subject with them. He's such a big part of my life, though, that I didn't want to feel like I was keeping him a secret. I expected lectures, at the very least, and outright disgust, at worst, and was stunned by how accepting everyone's been.
That being said, I haven't mentioned it to my dad and don't intend to. Either someone else will or he'll figure it out, eventually. He is extremely narrow-minded on social issues and will not react positively, especially considering one of my boyfriends is black.
I have no idea what was up with the cartoon noses in that article! I kept expecting some kind of weird analogy to appear that would explain it, but then nothing. I remain mystified.
We did the stupid oohing and ahhing thing because we picked it up from somewhere, some TV show or movie. We knew it was annoying even as we did it and that made it funnier to us. I have no idea how my parents put up with it--for years, even, because as we got even older, the thought of mindlessly bugging the shit out of my parents became even funnier. I cringe to think about it now, though. May my hypothetical future children never be such jerks.
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