rainbow...
God. I can already tell this is going to be a fun weekend. xP And mom wonders why I don't come over here more often. First thing she says to me when I walk in the door: "Oh hey....oh my God, you got it THAT short?" Thanks mom. All my friends like my new hair, I LOVE it, and you're entitled to your own opinion. But thanks for letting that be the first thing out of your mouth. Not "Hey, how is school?" or "So how are you doing?" No, just freak out over my hair.
Then today, she found my keychain. The one that says "Sorry boys, I eat p***y" First of all, it's true, I'm a dyke. Secondly, it's a joke, it's funny, messing around. She has keychains that are plenty obscene, and I say nothing. But she finds it, and immediately has to tell me HER opinion on that. "Oh, Kimi, gross, at least hide these or something..." Nice show of support, and a great sense of humor, mom.
Later, she comes into the living room and sits in a chair across from me. Makes a bit of small talk about buying clothes or something. Then proceeds to ask me to tone down the "advertising that you're gay". Mom, it's not ******** advertising. It's not flaunting. It's not shouting it from the hilltops. It's telling the truth, being supportive of others, and being proud. My hair, my keychain, it's expression of me, myself, and what I believe in. It's no business of yours who I am, and of all things to say you don't want me to wear these clothes...I'm wearing my debate shirt and some plain pants. Oh God, not clothes to just sit around in, what if I decide to go somewhere? Cuz I totally couldn't just CHANGE then go.
You don't mess with my expression. You don't make me hide who I am, if you want to call it advertising go right on ahead. It's what I do, it's who I am, and EVERYONE in my life is fine with it except for Mom. And Dad. They both were supportive, supposedly. They both were fine with it all. Nice to see that actually lasts.
Doesn't matter. Neither of them are gonna stop me. I don't care what it takes, I WILL see Mona this summer. I will, with or without their permission.
...love = <3
