Discussion in 'Chit Chat' started by Mirko, Feb 28, 2017.
This sums up my life
I am not sure if this is "reverse bisexual erasure," but my friends joked on Sunday that I am really bi because I am not like all their other gay friends or acquaintances and that I probably like women. I think it's because I happen to be the most "normal" gay guy they have ever met.
(I am gay)
Lighting plots are so repetitive and boring...
Only just found out that David Ogden Stiers is gay. Had no idea!
Successfully julienned sweet potato with my mandolin without cutting myself. That relief was short lived because I cut myself while trying to clean the damn thing. My thumb is in a bandage and the mandolin is in the trash, never to hurt me again.
I've never wanted to hit her before today, and I'm so glad I didn't, but never in my life have I come so close to decking my mother. We got in an argument earlier and she, knowing full well that I'm trans, decided, not once, not twice, but four times in the space of about two minutes, and out of total spite, call me by the incorrect pronouns. Hurled them at me like insults. Even when I told her outright the first time not to do it and she knew why I hated it, did it again. Screamed it right in my face: GIRL. WOMAN.
I almost punched her, I really did. Like I said, I'm so glad I didn't because I'd never forgive myself for it, but goddamn, I really wanted to at the time. That was just fucking vicious. There was no need for her to bring that shit into an argument. She knows it makes me uncomfortable as hell, and usually she makes an effort to at least not call me by those pronouns (even if she won't use male ones either) but this was just cruel.
It's been three hours and I'm still not talking to her. Haven't said a word to her since then, and I don't intend to until she apologizes. Until she apologizes, quite frankly, she can fuck off. She wants to act like that towards her son, she can put up with the silent treatment.
It's been so nice to not be on running crew for the last show.
Still not talking to my mother. Still waiting for her to own up for her assholery last night. I've said more to her dog in the last eighteen hours than I have to her. (O.K, most of that consisted of me telling her to stop her damn barking, but still...)
I hate sewing in wardrobe class... :dry:
I'm definitely not going into this as a career.
I just got some killer feedback on the cut version of one of my scripts, and I'm pretty sure that if I found a film crew that's down for the concept, this is in the bag.
Went to my online bank and saw this.
Totally not a gay couple! Way to go, Chase!
HOLY FUCKBALLS, my face is on fire. Why does something that tastes so good burn me?
My antidepression meds got a dosage raise, I got blood drawn to check for any physical problems that correlate to depression and exhaustion, and I might be getting a therapist.
Didn't expect to be at this point.
100 more words and I am done with this assignment!
A student at my school died last night
It's good to finally be getting things back on track!
I'm thinking how much I want the rain to stop and the ground to be dry tomorrow because I have the ferrier coming to trim the hooves of one of my horse's and then I need to be at the shooting range to practice with my new carry weapon.
I'm dreading going to school tomorrow. I hate it soooooo much. So many homophobes :\
I just can't take this anymore
Thinking about how boring it is without anyone else here with me. Oh man it's so boring