WARNING. I’m whining.
My mother is being depressingly heteronormative again, jokingly threatening to ban me from the internet if I keep talking about polyamory.
And I’d thought she’d accept me if I ever thought I was anything but straight. (Here I’m referring to this conversation: I had mentioned swinging, she asked me about it later, I told her I was reading stuff on the internet, she asked me if I was questioning my sexuality, and when I told her that I have had romantic feelings for girls, she said condescendingly, “Oh, all girls feel that way at your age, don’t worry about it, I’m sure you’re nothing but straight.”)
What a slap in the face.
Maybe tomorrow I can kick my fabulosity rating up a notch, but tonight I just don’t have the sparkle in me.