last night... the "sf" and i (a term coined by retard Andy... instead of significant other... he says significant figure) had a talk about being comfortable with each other's families... we both think that we're a long way from that point... and we are envious of our sister/brother in-laws who have joined the family with such ease and acceptance...
after my brother got married... it's always "table for five"... "what does she think about this?"... "will she come on this trip with us?"... i am very happy to add a new sisterly member to the family (some more estrogen helped to balance out my dad and brother's alpha-male-ism)... but at the same time... i realize that the situation will not be the same for me... any person i meet or bring home will have to face intense hostility and embittered animosity from my traditionalist parents and conservative brother and sister in-law...
why am i talking about this today?... i had a disheartening lunch conversation with my family... and it was supposed to be a happy birthday lunch for me... my brother and sister in-law had recently been on a vacation to Palm Springs... their comment about the resort was that it was filled with old and bohemian people... immediately after my brother mentioned the fact... my mother said "that's sick"... "those people (the bohemians) make me sick"... i can see how disgusted she was when she made the remark... "i don't know why society would accept them... but that is sickening to me!" my heart sank and as i forced myself to mirror their sentiments by feigning naivete (more like cultural ignorance) and said... "oh really? i thought them bohemians only stay in urban areas and not out in the desert"... i pretended to be apathetic about the subject and fake a smile now and then for the rest of lunch... but in reality i was sinking into my seat wishing i hadn't heard those hurtful words from my mother...
i did noticed one thing from the conversation... immediately after my brother mentioned the fact... he looked at me... as if to gauge my reaction to the topic... that is why i was forced to say something immediately to distant myself... "them"... "those people"... it was a look of doubt and i am scared that he will find out more someday...
to sum up this entry... i know that there are some people who believe that being bohemian is a lifestyle choice... a conscious decision... a momentary myopia induced by lustful anti-normative perplexity or ignorance of the greater purpose of life (creationism)... but i bid you to think otherwise... i did not choose to be a stereotype in lunch-time conversations... i did not choose to be disgusted by my own mother... i did not choose to live in secrecy and fear... i did not choose to grow up hating who i am because of social stigmas to later engender a perpetual state of low self-esteem and relapses of the identity crisis...
what i know is that i was raised to love... but love should never have caused so much anguish...
Cliff's: Friend is gay, hasn't told family, subject is brought up and mom says the whole "idea" behind it is "sickening", friend has to pretend it doesn't bother him