Trouble with a Capital T

Which rhymes with P, which stands for “pool,” which lesbians play.


I’m going home this weekend to play with my friends. I plan on staying at home with my parents. AsianPixie and our dog are coming with me. Now that AP and I have set our tentative date (11/11/06*), I should really think about telling my parents. No, they know that I “have the gay.” BUT they don’t know that I’m getting married. I really, really want to tell my mom. I’m trying to plan of this stuff and it just makes me want to cry that my mom isn’t there for me to ask questions. Moms are supposed to be there.

I tried to reason it out.

Things my parents know:
That I’ve liked girls since college
They’ve met past girlfriends
They really like AP
We have a 1 bedroom apt with 1 bed
AP buys me really nice things
I supported her while she was in grad school
That I love her
We sleep in the same bed when we visit under the guise of being friends

Things that they think:
Jesus and God hate gays
That I’m going through a phase**
Marriage shouldn’t exist for gays

Things that will happen when I tell them:
I will cry and throw up
They will never speak to me again***

So you can see that it is a matter of weighing things. I really do want to tell them because 1) it is my effin wedding 2) I want to be honest about who I am 3) they are my parents. Is it kosher to tell them the week before the wedding? I guess I will just have hope that my sister and brother will come.

So here is to another weekend not wearing my beauteous ring. But I am excited about gettin my crunk on with my friends.



*We are deciding if we should in fact get married next year or buy a place of our very own
**The concept of bi-sexual escapes them
***I know this for a fact. They send me bibles in mail. Seriously, I won’t be their daughter, in their eyes, anymore