I just really need to rant more than anything, but felt this was a more appropriate place to do it than CS.
I guess you could say my parents are 'old fashioned', so to speak, but mostly . . . it's bigotry and ignorance. I was raised baptist but my feelings about many matters have changed drastically, and I think, for the better. Anyways, to the point.
I am straight, but a very large number of my friends are gay/bisexual. Many of the gay men are amateur drag queens. I hang out with them at work, we eat out together, I go to the gay bar. Mom has sort of resigned herself to the fact I go to the bar, although she'd flip her lid if she knew I drank (I'm 28 )But she still always says things like "I wish you'd find another bar to hang out at. A real one where you can meet normal people and maybe get a date."
Firstly, I don't consider bars to be a really great place to meet a date. I go to the gay bar because it's fun, it's outrageous, and most of my friends go there. We are generally loud, obnoxious, perverted, and have a great time. Not to mention that straight men and women do frequent the bar, if it's all that important to her. I guess it just can't be explained why the drag shows are fun. I mean, males in makeup and tight fitting dresses dancing to pop hits from various decades, it's just fun! Mind, as long as you don't care about being verbally roasted or even physically 'violated'. These ladies are not shy and they WILL touch you, kiss you, and if they know you well enough, sit in your lap, regardless of gender.
She says there is something inherently 'wrong' with a man who wears women's clothing and something just as wrong with the men who date them, that they're not right in the head. It was just a bit strange the first time I saw my friend Hurley wearing makeup, fake boobs and a padded bra, as well as the way he can go on for hours about blending, wigs, perms, etc, but I'm quite used to it and take no offense and don't blink twice when he criticizes the way I walk in heels or says I need to let him do my makeup next Halloween because he claims he can do a much better job than I did.
Then there is my friend Teddy, the ex-bartender with the heart of gold. Or I like to think so, anyways. Like I said on CS, I met him through his brother Biscuit, a friend from work who I kind of carry an on again, off again torch for, but we're just friends. I was genuinely surprised to learn that Ted is gay, since he's low-maintenance, no makeup or fancy clothes, hairy, and well, kind of a hick. But once you get to know him and he starts talking about dicks and cum flavoring or his reaction to a picture of a True Blood character is "Ohhh, he's pretty", it's pretty obvious. He's so freakin' adorable, but I know he'll never like me 'like that', so we have a kind of surrogate brother/sister kind of friendship. A few months ago, I was supposed to go to the beach with my nephew, Biscuit, and Teddy, but Biscuit and nephew decided to flake out on us at the LAST minute, quite literally, and I wasn't as close with Teddy yet so we didn't go. Mom expressed relief because she wasn't comfortable with nephew (who is 19, by the way, folks ) being around Teddy because obviously, Ted would have tried to hit on or touch him because all gay men want to stick it in other men, regardless of anything else.
I was already furious with Biscuit and nephew at this point, and hearing this opinion didn't help my mood.
Fast forward to yesterday, I mentioned that Teddy wants me to go fishing with him sometime because Biscuit doesn't like to go with him.
"What does he mean . . . fishing?"
"Um . . . I'm assuming he wants to sit on the riverbank and CATCH FISH."
No no. Apparently, according to her, he wants to get me alone so he can butt-rape me. Because every gay man is just a pervert in disguise and he is probably still interested in women (he was at one point and has a son) and it's perfectly logical that a gay man would want to butt-rape his straight female friend.
She also is constantly expressing to nephew he needs to be careful around Hurley and Teddy because she's convinced both of them will hit on him. What the FUCK?! And for the record, although nephew is kind of homophobic, I DID manage to get him to come to the bar with us one night and no one 'messed' with him. H and T did tease him a little, but it was all good-natured; I'd warned them ahead of time that he might seem a little uncomfortable, but he had a great time, and his only complaint was that he wasn't old enough to legally drink yet. Well that, and the fact that someone kept turning the strobe light back on after Hurley said it was giving him a headache. (it was really annoying)
I love my Mom and all, but this kind of stuff drives me batshit nutty. Why do I care? Because sadly, I still live at home and can't afford to move out for at least another year or so. So I end up listening to this kind of drivel on a daily basis. I know it's not uncommon for parents to dislike our friends, but they are a part of my life, and I love them, too. It's not like I'm telling all the queens to dress in their best and come over for fried chicken and karaoke.
What really kills me is, at first she didn't really believe that Teddy was gay, since I heard it from Biscuit. Since Biscuit is a cheeky fellow, she thought he was lying to me and saying that about his brother to me as a joke. And since she doesn't really like Biscuit that much due to some emotional and legal baggage he carries, she was hoping I'd go for the older brother instead. "Does Teddy drink as much as Biscuit? Does he have less baggage? Why don't you ask Teddy out and see how you like him, instead?"
And all that changed when she finally realized that he is legitimately and shamelessly gay. Now I should avoid him because he's a pervert. What the ever loving fuck?!
To anyone who has read this, well, thanks I just know that you guys would understand why this kind of ignorance upsets me. My friends are not perverts-- ok, well, yeah, they're perverts. But they are not rapists or sex predators.
I guess you could say my parents are 'old fashioned', so to speak, but mostly . . . it's bigotry and ignorance. I was raised baptist but my feelings about many matters have changed drastically, and I think, for the better. Anyways, to the point.
I am straight, but a very large number of my friends are gay/bisexual. Many of the gay men are amateur drag queens. I hang out with them at work, we eat out together, I go to the gay bar. Mom has sort of resigned herself to the fact I go to the bar, although she'd flip her lid if she knew I drank (I'm 28 )But she still always says things like "I wish you'd find another bar to hang out at. A real one where you can meet normal people and maybe get a date."
Firstly, I don't consider bars to be a really great place to meet a date. I go to the gay bar because it's fun, it's outrageous, and most of my friends go there. We are generally loud, obnoxious, perverted, and have a great time. Not to mention that straight men and women do frequent the bar, if it's all that important to her. I guess it just can't be explained why the drag shows are fun. I mean, males in makeup and tight fitting dresses dancing to pop hits from various decades, it's just fun! Mind, as long as you don't care about being verbally roasted or even physically 'violated'. These ladies are not shy and they WILL touch you, kiss you, and if they know you well enough, sit in your lap, regardless of gender.
She says there is something inherently 'wrong' with a man who wears women's clothing and something just as wrong with the men who date them, that they're not right in the head. It was just a bit strange the first time I saw my friend Hurley wearing makeup, fake boobs and a padded bra, as well as the way he can go on for hours about blending, wigs, perms, etc, but I'm quite used to it and take no offense and don't blink twice when he criticizes the way I walk in heels or says I need to let him do my makeup next Halloween because he claims he can do a much better job than I did.
Then there is my friend Teddy, the ex-bartender with the heart of gold. Or I like to think so, anyways. Like I said on CS, I met him through his brother Biscuit, a friend from work who I kind of carry an on again, off again torch for, but we're just friends. I was genuinely surprised to learn that Ted is gay, since he's low-maintenance, no makeup or fancy clothes, hairy, and well, kind of a hick. But once you get to know him and he starts talking about dicks and cum flavoring or his reaction to a picture of a True Blood character is "Ohhh, he's pretty", it's pretty obvious. He's so freakin' adorable, but I know he'll never like me 'like that', so we have a kind of surrogate brother/sister kind of friendship. A few months ago, I was supposed to go to the beach with my nephew, Biscuit, and Teddy, but Biscuit and nephew decided to flake out on us at the LAST minute, quite literally, and I wasn't as close with Teddy yet so we didn't go. Mom expressed relief because she wasn't comfortable with nephew (who is 19, by the way, folks ) being around Teddy because obviously, Ted would have tried to hit on or touch him because all gay men want to stick it in other men, regardless of anything else.
I was already furious with Biscuit and nephew at this point, and hearing this opinion didn't help my mood.
Fast forward to yesterday, I mentioned that Teddy wants me to go fishing with him sometime because Biscuit doesn't like to go with him.
"What does he mean . . . fishing?"
"Um . . . I'm assuming he wants to sit on the riverbank and CATCH FISH."
No no. Apparently, according to her, he wants to get me alone so he can butt-rape me. Because every gay man is just a pervert in disguise and he is probably still interested in women (he was at one point and has a son) and it's perfectly logical that a gay man would want to butt-rape his straight female friend.
She also is constantly expressing to nephew he needs to be careful around Hurley and Teddy because she's convinced both of them will hit on him. What the FUCK?! And for the record, although nephew is kind of homophobic, I DID manage to get him to come to the bar with us one night and no one 'messed' with him. H and T did tease him a little, but it was all good-natured; I'd warned them ahead of time that he might seem a little uncomfortable, but he had a great time, and his only complaint was that he wasn't old enough to legally drink yet. Well that, and the fact that someone kept turning the strobe light back on after Hurley said it was giving him a headache. (it was really annoying)
I love my Mom and all, but this kind of stuff drives me batshit nutty. Why do I care? Because sadly, I still live at home and can't afford to move out for at least another year or so. So I end up listening to this kind of drivel on a daily basis. I know it's not uncommon for parents to dislike our friends, but they are a part of my life, and I love them, too. It's not like I'm telling all the queens to dress in their best and come over for fried chicken and karaoke.
What really kills me is, at first she didn't really believe that Teddy was gay, since I heard it from Biscuit. Since Biscuit is a cheeky fellow, she thought he was lying to me and saying that about his brother to me as a joke. And since she doesn't really like Biscuit that much due to some emotional and legal baggage he carries, she was hoping I'd go for the older brother instead. "Does Teddy drink as much as Biscuit? Does he have less baggage? Why don't you ask Teddy out and see how you like him, instead?"
And all that changed when she finally realized that he is legitimately and shamelessly gay. Now I should avoid him because he's a pervert. What the ever loving fuck?!
To anyone who has read this, well, thanks I just know that you guys would understand why this kind of ignorance upsets me. My friends are not perverts-- ok, well, yeah, they're perverts. But they are not rapists or sex predators.
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