Truth be told, I'm kind of proud of myself for staying away for four entire days. I could have snuck on on Friday morning, or Monday night, but I didn't. Of course, I've got a devil of a lot of posts to read, but even so, I'm proud of getting out and having a life. On the other hand, I missed you guys!

So... for a weekend in which not much happened worth relating in the real world, it sure did have quite a few Oasis-worthy events. I did a lot of thinking (naturally, when do I not), and came to a few new realisations about myself, which really merit their own entry, so I'll come back to them elsetime. Aside from that... hm...

Saturday evening my family went to the house of my brother (Mr Fusion)'s friend Treehugger for a 'game night' (we ended up playing Cranium). On the way their, we learned that Treehugger's ex-girlfriend and her family would also be present. Treehugger and Mr Fusion are eighth-graders. Mr Fusion won't even tell me if there are any girls he likes, but Treehugger says he's had three girlfriends already. I asked Treehugger how it was that he, at barely fourteen, had had three girlfriends, whereas I, at seventeen-going-on-eighteen, had never had so much as one, and he and Mr Fusion immediately came back at me with 'But you don't even want a girlfriend!' I asked them why they said that. 'Because you're not gay!' Oh yeah? How do you know? I repeated the 'What makes you think I'm not gay?' question until I made them uncomfortable enough to give me an answer - in Treehugger's view, I seemed too conservative to be gay; in Mr Fusion's world, gay is just not something that happens in his family. In short, they made assumptions - oddly enough, Mr Fusion never mentioned the times I've commented on the attractiveness of certain males (most recently, Quirrell of A Very Potter Musical). I mean, yeah, I used to like guys. Even now I can't deny that I'm only mostly gay. Well, okay, mostly asexual, but on the mostly gay side of that. So Mr Fusion could have cited all sorts of evidence for his point better than merely disbelief that anyone related to him could be gay. Once I had pestered their responses out of them, I told them yes, I probably was. They were surprised. They really shouldn't have been.

Other queer event of the weekend: While the rest of my family was out playing frisbee golf with Treehugger's family, I figured out how to operate the television (it's complicated!) and watched most of Boys Don't Cry. I didn't get to see all of it - although I do have some idea of how it ends - because they came home before I finished and I had to shut the screen off, eject the video, hide the video behind the video player, and look like I hadn't been watching anything, all between the time the garage door opened and the time they entered the house. I put the yoga tape back in the video player while they were in another room, and returned Boys Don't Cry to the box of discarded videos the next time they left the house. And for all that work, what comment do I have to make about the movie? ...I don't know. I need to see the ending.

And... my parents are trying to talk me into living in the college dormitories ('dorms,' everyone calls them, but I don't like abbreviations) next year. My argument has always been 'Why pay for lodging when free, comfortable, and convenient lodging (home) is available?' Theirs has been 'Meet people.' They've been on the verge of winning me over on the 'meet people' thing for a while (about since all my 'people' up and abandoned me), but a new consideration has been worrying me of late: I'd have to room with girls. And I'm not one of them. And I'd be an instant outsider because they would all have their unifying girlness and I would not. My mother and I talked about it today during my counselling session - she's kind of taken to doing a better job of talking with me during those sessions than the counsellor herself has. And she told me that the dormitory building in which I would be staying is divided into the male wing of rooms and the female wing of rooms, but not segregated, so the sexes intermingle and it isn't such a bad place for a gajindiak or an androgyne or any such - not that she knows about gajindiaks, of course, and... could somebody please tell me how to pronounce 'androgyne'?

So... yes, that was my weekend. Off to go catch up on some back posts.