So I wrote this, like, forever ago. At least a month, but I never posted it because I thought it was kind of self-indulgent and, in general, I don't really feel like I have a valuable contribution to make to the angstscape, so it's just been lurking in my gmail account, waiting to rear its ugly head and call me names
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I love the way you brought this together, you know - the little details like Patrick feeling ill at the thought of his mother asking him if he's having sex with boys, and how Patrick keeps apologising even though he knows there's no real reason why he should. And then the last paragraph, the way you've got these two contrasting elements juxtaposed within a single sentence, of lust/love and disappointment/hate.
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It made me sad! IDK! Thanks so much though, seriously. *stares at happy place your icon*
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Rachel-I'm gay.
Parents-Duh.
Mom-I want a hot daughter-in-law! As long as you're not republican I don't care what or who you do.
Dad-*screams at the thought of me 'doing' anyone*
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Me: "I'm dating someone!"
Mom: "That's nice."
Me: "Her name is Jeannie!"
Mom: "Oh, ok. Pass the tape."
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But, um, yes. I like it anyway. Because sometimes things go really, really shitty in these situations. But it's still not always the end of the world--there are the Petes, and the Bills, and you don't have to live with your family forever.
Anyway.
*pours the rest of Patrick's root beer for him*
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<3 It still hurts.
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