Monday Memory
I'm going to go about my Monday Memory a little differently today. Whilst perusing my old blog for 2007's New Year's Resolutions, I found the following post, dated January 05, 2007. It was interesting enough to re-post.
Here it is, in all its glory:
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"Dad", I said, "I was kind of dating a guy this New Year's."
Imagine, now, my Republican father's wide eyed reaction to hearing that there was hope for his lesbian daughter after all.
"He broke up with me today, Dad".
There was a pause in which we ate some of our dinner in the Italian Restaurant we frequent. And then he grinned and said, with that boyish glint in his eye that used to irritate me so much (but now makes me laugh), "There's hope! Excuse me a moment while I turn my prayer rug towards the Mosque and give thanks!" (He's Mormon, by the way, and Mormons don't use prayer rugs ... or mosques for that matter).
I grinned and shook my head and said after a moment more's pause, "The point in me telling you this is that I'm in pain, not to get a laugh."
It took a lot for me to tell him. I'm an intensely private person by nature, and I was all set to suffer through small talk all night. I think he knew.
We left the topic alone for most of the night. He did ask if I identify as bisexual. My reply was that I like women ... and the odd male ("I can accept the odd male!" was his response). He also said that while he doesn't approve of the lifestyle I've chosen, even Rosie O'Donnell is in a loving relationship, and she's bigger than me (that was one of his reasons, by the way, for breaking up for me. This is the second time my weight has been the clincher in a breakup. I'm a size 14, and shrinking. It's hard not to be insulted).
That may sound both blunt and a bit crude (my father's comment, I mean), and ... I guess it was. But I knew what he was trying, in his way, to tell me: big girls can get hot lesbian lovin' too.
And then we finished our dinners.
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As we walked to the car, he said something that humbled me to the earth. He does that from time to time.
"I've got to get in gear then. I need to find my lovely lesbian daughter a good woman."
Mostly we skirt around the issue. For him to aknowledge it, and my pain, and my frusteration, spoke volumes.
We talked about friends he has that are lesbian and in good relationships. He was serious. I got the definate feeling from the conversation that it was an open one that could continue at any time. Crazy.
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I love my dad.
Here it is, in all its glory:
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"Dad", I said, "I was kind of dating a guy this New Year's."
Imagine, now, my Republican father's wide eyed reaction to hearing that there was hope for his lesbian daughter after all.
"He broke up with me today, Dad".
There was a pause in which we ate some of our dinner in the Italian Restaurant we frequent. And then he grinned and said, with that boyish glint in his eye that used to irritate me so much (but now makes me laugh), "There's hope! Excuse me a moment while I turn my prayer rug towards the Mosque and give thanks!" (He's Mormon, by the way, and Mormons don't use prayer rugs ... or mosques for that matter).
I grinned and shook my head and said after a moment more's pause, "The point in me telling you this is that I'm in pain, not to get a laugh."
It took a lot for me to tell him. I'm an intensely private person by nature, and I was all set to suffer through small talk all night. I think he knew.
We left the topic alone for most of the night. He did ask if I identify as bisexual. My reply was that I like women ... and the odd male ("I can accept the odd male!" was his response). He also said that while he doesn't approve of the lifestyle I've chosen, even Rosie O'Donnell is in a loving relationship, and she's bigger than me (that was one of his reasons, by the way, for breaking up for me. This is the second time my weight has been the clincher in a breakup. I'm a size 14, and shrinking. It's hard not to be insulted).
That may sound both blunt and a bit crude (my father's comment, I mean), and ... I guess it was. But I knew what he was trying, in his way, to tell me: big girls can get hot lesbian lovin' too.
And then we finished our dinners.
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As we walked to the car, he said something that humbled me to the earth. He does that from time to time.
"I've got to get in gear then. I need to find my lovely lesbian daughter a good woman."
Mostly we skirt around the issue. For him to aknowledge it, and my pain, and my frusteration, spoke volumes.
We talked about friends he has that are lesbian and in good relationships. He was serious. I got the definate feeling from the conversation that it was an open one that could continue at any time. Crazy.
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I love my dad.