In which I do nothing

[fahye]

I can't walk into a music shop without buying something. It's awful. Somehow today I have acquired the best of U2 1990-2000, the best of the Red Hot Chilli Peppers, the Australian cast recording of Cats, and another volume of Confidential Confessions. Tokyo Babylon had sold out and Demon Diary 7 was nowhere to be seen ;_;

Mel - TMM 7 is out. Ichigo is wearing something that looks alarmingly like a pink wedding dress. I had to cover my eyes before the fluff corroded them.

Am drinking tea at a crazy rate and half-heartedly considering studying.

My brother has taken over Dimitri and has renamed him ARWEN. I am appalled.

Also...I had a long conversation about homosexuality with my mother today, and still couldn't find a way to tell her I'm bi. I think I'm just kind of hoping she'll ask me flat out, because that involves no effort on my part. (It got spurred by her telling me about this big controversy because Playschool showed one of its 'through the windows' things where a girl talked about her "mummy and other mummy" and all these conservative twits went up in arms)

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[fahye.livejournal.com]

:D You understand!

*projects*

Mum: So how do you KNOW?
Me: Uh...I just do?

[halcyon-libra.livejournal.com]

My friend had the exact same problem. She wanted to come out to her catholic family, but she wanted to have a girlfriend first so she could have "proof" that she's gay. In the end they were fine with it, but they're not your family, so reactions will always differ.

Ask her how does she KNOW she's straight. I hate it when people think that homosexuality is some abnormality.

[etrangere.livejournal.com]

*chuckles* I don't have the catholic problem. But I guess it's got to do with not being very confident about claiming any kind of label.

And I've got enough experience having to answer silly questions about being Jewish without having to answer the ones about being Bi. Actually I had to do that with a friend lately, and that was wearisome... People just have so many strong expectations of what people ought to be and how they ought to behave based on how they categorize them, they just don't understand you might be more qualified than them to decide what you are and what that means than them. So most of the time, my thinking goes let society minds its own buisness, I will mind mine.
Yet, that does apply to my parents. Because they always have been the least likely people to listen to me. I think my parents are the only people I sometimes lie to.
You could talk to them all day long, and they won't actually hear a word of what you say if it doesn't fit how they view things.