Well, my father is still not speaking to me. The silent treatment is fun, no? Then my mother went on another rant about how the gay community "is lonely, they have no family, no meaningful relationships, and do lots of drugs."
Then, there was silence.
I wish I was kicked out, it's better than the crap I'm getting, but still, no regrets.
What kills me is why I *had* to come out. Was the Lesbianation thing on the computer a hint? The fact my ceiling is, and I mean this literally, wallpapered with models. The fact I've participated in Day of Silence. It feels like you're living out...and yet either they're dense or in denial. My vote is denial.
So I made the official with no planning behind it. (Directed to JB) All of the sudden, it was like what the hell? Why not now?
I've been 'grounded'. It's entirely amusing, really. I was hurt by the comments, which I didn't get to type up. There's no point in repeating much of it. One reason is I don't want to relive it and the other reason is I know that it is bullshit. My parents blow monkeys, I'm not letting myself get down or feel ashamed or feel I've done wrong to anyone.
Cinderella is opening on the 13th. I am in full drag the whole show. Whitney, my amigo here, is the Prince. We make up the known gay demographic. Wish us many broken limbs!