May. 28th, 2009

nilchance: original art from a vintage print; art of a woman being struck by lightning (scary lesbian)
From here:

"Gay spouses... have no tedious obligations towards in-laws, need never worry about Oedipus or Electra, won't have to face a menacing set of brothers or aunts should they betray their spouse."

HA. AHAHAHA. Oh man, that's side-splittingly funny. You mean, I didn't really help out my partner's family through heart attacks and long dying processes and funerals and awkward trips to Texas and financial crises and all that? That was all in my imagination? Boy, is my face red! I guess I better go let my MIL know that our relationship is null because some douchebag has decided queers don't go to Thanksgiving or family reunions or wakes. We spring from the split foreheads of our fathers, wearing boas and singing showtones!

Bitch to the plz. I have a family. My partner has a family. We love the people who made us, just like you straights do. I think your fantasy of what gays and lesbians' lives are like (all sex and parties and corruption of the norm, all the time!) is way more interesting than the reality. And so yeah, I'd still like that marriage equality, thank you. Dick.
nilchance: original art from a vintage print; art of a woman being struck by lightning (happy curvy girl)
Interesting thing happened yesterday. I was skating, trying to get my balance. It's still a precarious exercise, my arms flung out while I lurch and wobble and nearly take T down, but I'm getting better. Getting braver. So I'm doing my thing and hit a sidewalk crack and bam, I go down on my hip/lower back. I'm fine, just rattled, but I hear from the house three doors down, "ohhh, she went down on her ASS!"

Apparently I had an audience, who was telling people inside his house that some chick was... idk, acting the fool? But it threw me out of my headspace. I got back up (which T thinks was impressive to the peanut gallery), did a few more rounds of skating and went back inside to eat dinner.

Anonymous commentary shouldn't rattle me. I've learned not to care what people on the street or readers on the 'net might think, but the skating thing is too new and too tender. I don't know why I'm doing this, when I've never been a skater and I'm out of shape and in my head and in pain, but I can't quit now. I won't let myself quit now.

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