Well, I got a job at Home Depot. It's not very glamorous--I'm a cashier--but it pays well, and it's a nice environment to work on. Also, I didn't think I fulfilled enough lesbian stereotypes, so this is one more I can check off the list. :)
Oh, and DRAMA at my house (when isn't there drama?). Apparently, while cleaning out Grandma's house, my auntie found a couple books with gay themes (Stranger at the Gate and Taking a Chance on God). I knew Aunt D. was going through some of my grandma's things, but didn't even think of her pawing through my stuff, considering all my things were out of the way and apart from Grandma's. Oi.
So my aunt, of course, had to tell the rest of the extended family "for my own good". She called my parents, all frantic, "Do you know what your daughter is doing?" etc. My mom finally told her that she loved me and was proud of me, which created even more drama. She sent me a very long, very hurtful letter. I haven't even finished the letter, because a page into it I was so pissed off, I just set it aside. Dad wants me to write her back and thank her for her concern and assure her that I still love her and will consider what she said (OMG I COULD KILL MY FATHER. THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT, DAD.) while Mom says I should ignore it and wait for it to blow over. Two of my other uncles have already called Dad for the 411, and I'm so glad that my sexual orientation is causing a nice distraction from THEIR MOTHER'S DEATH.
ARRGH.
So between working at Home Depot, joining the GLBT club at school, and the unplanned outing drama, I feel like a super dyke. I thought about getting a superman-like t-shirt made with SD in the middle. :)
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