So...*siiiiigggh* bullshit is happening on Facebook.
When isn't that true?
Background...I'm pansexual. My mother was told I was bi, and already went off on me about it once when I told her several years ago, about how it was a choice and I was a sinful sinner that sins. She also asked me if that meant I was interested sexually in my cousins, who were like 11 and 8 at the time. I'm polyamorous. My mom does not know this. I'm pagan. My mom does not know this. I think you can guess why I haven't mentioned those last two.
I just got married. My mom was all happy for me and congratulating me and stuff when I called her, and then today I posted a picture with a Cynthia Nixon quote. I happen to be annoyed with her in general for claiming that her homosexuality is a choice, but I liked the quote, which was (and I'm paraphrasing here) about the idea that gay people getting married will not redefine marriage, any more than women being allowed to vote redefined voting, or black people eating at lunch counters redefined dining out. That's pretty much all that was said.
My mom was chatting with me and all the sudden started pounding out (with several words in all caps) a bunch of stuff about how I was married now, does that mean I still want to be in gay relationships too? She said being gay is a sin, and I'm not allowed to redefine anything, only God can define marriage because he invented it. At this point I logged out of Facebook, but my husband says she reposted the same picture with an anti-gay rant underneath, apparently copied and pasted from the chat window (I really hope she put my name on there so her anti-gay friends will unfriend me).
First of all, it's my fucking body, I get to choose what kind of relationships I'm in, how many, and with people with what kind of crotch giblets. I don't feel the need to share that info with my mother. Ever. Just like I don't want to share that I'm dating someone and have a long-distance friend with benefits as we speak. She's on a need-to-know basis, and she doesn't need to know.
God did not fucking invent marriage. It's a cultural institution.
Oh, and I'm gleefully rubbing my hands together waiting for the day when she notices I changed my "Religion" to "Norse Paganism" from "Syncretism" (which was a huge cop-out to keep myself in the broom closet).
Other than that, I just can't right now, and I will come back when I can.
When isn't that true?
Background...I'm pansexual. My mother was told I was bi, and already went off on me about it once when I told her several years ago, about how it was a choice and I was a sinful sinner that sins. She also asked me if that meant I was interested sexually in my cousins, who were like 11 and 8 at the time. I'm polyamorous. My mom does not know this. I'm pagan. My mom does not know this. I think you can guess why I haven't mentioned those last two.
I just got married. My mom was all happy for me and congratulating me and stuff when I called her, and then today I posted a picture with a Cynthia Nixon quote. I happen to be annoyed with her in general for claiming that her homosexuality is a choice, but I liked the quote, which was (and I'm paraphrasing here) about the idea that gay people getting married will not redefine marriage, any more than women being allowed to vote redefined voting, or black people eating at lunch counters redefined dining out. That's pretty much all that was said.
My mom was chatting with me and all the sudden started pounding out (with several words in all caps) a bunch of stuff about how I was married now, does that mean I still want to be in gay relationships too? She said being gay is a sin, and I'm not allowed to redefine anything, only God can define marriage because he invented it. At this point I logged out of Facebook, but my husband says she reposted the same picture with an anti-gay rant underneath, apparently copied and pasted from the chat window (I really hope she put my name on there so her anti-gay friends will unfriend me).
First of all, it's my fucking body, I get to choose what kind of relationships I'm in, how many, and with people with what kind of crotch giblets. I don't feel the need to share that info with my mother. Ever. Just like I don't want to share that I'm dating someone and have a long-distance friend with benefits as we speak. She's on a need-to-know basis, and she doesn't need to know.
God did not fucking invent marriage. It's a cultural institution.
Oh, and I'm gleefully rubbing my hands together waiting for the day when she notices I changed my "Religion" to "Norse Paganism" from "Syncretism" (which was a huge cop-out to keep myself in the broom closet).
Other than that, I just can't right now, and I will come back when I can.
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