I'm going to admit right now that I'm a fan of being open. It's liberating for me to not have many secrets, especially since who I am is so goddamn controversial to, well, just about everyone I know in my town. And I'll admit that I knew anything I put on facebook, even down to a change in "status" would come back to haunt me if I had anyone nosy enough on my friendlist. I didn't think anyone honestly gave a shit about things like that, but I guess I was wrong.
My cousin decided to talk about my open relationship with my dad. Now, my dad is pretty firmly set in his old-style, homophobic, gun-toting ways, so it's pointless for me to even bring it up in order for him to understand. But yeah, my cousin thinks differently, I guess. She has a baby, so I would think there would be more important things to worry about than her relatives' sex lives. I mean, seriously? It's not really her business to know. It's certainly not her business to tell my dad.
So this caused me to have a conversation with my dad where I probably talked over his head so much that he couldn't understand what I was saying. I talked about how I don't look at gender first when I see someone and despite that, I'm "mostly" straight, which is true. I didn't go into detail about the things I've thought about doing with the guys I am attracted to, but for the most part the people on my mind happen to be women. But he just went straight into talking about how open relationships burn bridges or something about branches or I don't know. Basically, he didn't understand me, but that's fine. I honestly don't think I could get him to understand, but I said what I felt I needed to say anyway, because I love him.
So yeah. Thanks, cousin! I really needed that stress on top of this wonderful depression I've been going through. Well timed! I'll be sure to return the favor if you ever say anything remotely interesting.
Dr. Mung-Mung wrote:He weeps for he has but one small tongue with which to taste an entire world.